I climb to the summit of Koh-e-Marān,
And look down on the city of Srinagar,
How still and lifeless city it looks!
Houses, and houseboats are haunted,
Blood and smoke shooting up to the sky,
I do not see the young-native people -
walking on the roads,
I only see Biharis and Hindiz -settlers -
Walking like victorious army in pride,
Purportedly to be new settlers from outside,
Coming in through tunnel or by air -
to occupy my land
Mykoul
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