Kashmir!

On my normal, ordinary days,
I feel for Kashmir,
But on my not so normal days,
The bad, overpowering days
I feel like Kashmir,
Caged, curbed, captivated,
With forces standing around me,
Apparently for my own good,
Random people, claiming to be
The ones who’d never want my bad
Taking decisions which,
In future will be known as my decisions
Even though I know no bit
Of the decision that they,
The ones who I’ve never seen
Have taken for me.

Kashmir, as they say continues
To be a paradise for at least
The ones who’s insides,
Continue to ache,
Even as they brave all the storms
Without knowing it was,
But a bad destructive storm.

To you Kashmir,
May you have the strength,
To stand up, rise, smile.