I WISH, I CAN...
My nights are lonely, bizarre and horrible.
I don’t know what shall be next.
Never have I been so desperate as I am now.
My people are locked like a dump flock of sheep.
As if even the wind stopped to travel from Kashmir.
As if everything is lifeless, numb and frozen.
I keep on thinking about my people, my family and friends.
Will I ever listen from them, have a glimpse and exchange my worries.
I don’t know what shall next be.
Weird thoughts have taken control of my mind.
Can I see them healthy and hearty?
Will my heaven be heaven again?
O’ my homeland, I wish I could never leave you.
I wish I could have witnessed the death with you.
I wish I can smell your freshness again.
I wish I can celebrate your sovereignty.
I wish my phone can ring and I can hear my dad’s voice.
I wish my heaven be free from the brutal and forced occupation of Imperialists.
Sumera B. Reshi