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 !