I found desolation a time marker, when mile stones were painted red;
I lost count of cadavers, when paths of fortitude these epitaphs lead
When fear takes over habitations, but fortitude remains enshrined within
When the state flexes its might and people muster their resistance
When people will be barricaded in homes, roads sealed,
When concertina wires will be laid out on miles & miles of territory.
When every parade in Kashmir shall be monitored & measured
When every jack boot shall march over Kashmir; once again
The forced silence of Kashmir shall protest in unison !