The Kashmir Files

Yeh, by now the fever is at the top

N they are mourning who thought it would be flop

Of course, it would lead to shut their shop

No one is there to wipe their tears, not even a mop

Yet they don't smell the fragrance of the tide

B'coz they're narrow minds, not the eyes wide

But yes I am sure, this everlasting mode of the mood

Will shread them fully and uproot their hood

With a bang in the body and soul

Hindu on this earth is rising high without any foul

Oh my holy nation

Be your pride live... always live.

Poet 'Ravi'