Duwa

Kashmir I write a rhyme for you

Because it may lessen the grind for you.

Because you might have forgotten of joy,

I will talk of dreams, for you

I heard stories of prosperity and days of peace,

So I will sit and recount it for you.

I pray for your lost beauty not captured by age,

As a member of the race deranged.

The valleys, the flowers and sights of thine,

Have been ravaged and raped by brothers of mine.

If every glowing word was an ode to you

I’d revive it in my own blood for you.

Across the nation, when a billion hearts pray to the heavens

One heart will plead for peace to you.

In the ocean of letters dedicated to you

Shah’s duwa will swim for you.