The Bleeding Paradise Poem by Drishika Shah
The Bleeding Paradise
Our heaven is treated like a bird in its cage,
its unable to walk on its own, as in old age.
I come from place known as heaven on earth,
but here our mothers mourn after giving birth.
Now this heaven is renamed "The bleeding paradise"
in India and pakistan half of our heaven lies.
My heart aches when i hear the cries,
Each day a couple of us dies.
You harass our sisters, you kill our brothers,
you leave us with our beloved silently dying father.
kashmir will rise and bloom like a flower,
with happy homes and families, it will never suffer.
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