By: Farhat jabeen
Wholly and souly dedicated to my mother land “Kashmir” in the state of Jammu and Kaskhmir.This poem is the result of the continued chaos and confusion I saw prevailing in my mother land since my childhood.I never saw the golorious picture of past often heard in stories and poems.It was my bitter experience of the nearly three decades I watched my mother land wailing and yelling.
Key Words: wailing , yelling, paradise,The “badaam waari “which means the almond blossoms,and the Chinar
INTRODUCTION:The poem goes as under:
A myth I heard since the age of seven
Kashmir is called a beautiful heaven
Some lengendary talks I heard about it
Got entangled in the cruel times wit
I ought to spend the waves of this time
In the cruel scene of memories crime
Some days of age “Farhat “did spend
Some happiness and rage never did end
The glorious past which never did I see
Is heard as if the dream land in glee
Oh! some were groups some were alone
The Chinar tree never was gladly grown
I am definetly a child of conflict zone .Now I am a young lady born here, and I saw nothing more than a bloodshed and havoc in my so called paradise all over the world.No doubt it could have been a paradise earlier times now it iz a paradise which is blood red in colour.The fragrance of flowers is no more ,it has changed into a smell of blood which no one likes.I being born in Kashmir was bought up in the conditions of turmoil and confusion.It was unknown to me from my childhood that where are we heading to and what chaos we are facing .Why is the dance of devil all over here?Why the people are wailing and mothers are crying for their wards.What has been done to our past glory which I read in my books.Where is the Kashmir a beautiful paradise I learned in the school?For what are the beautiful songs of great poems of ‘Ameer khusroo’ ,and others sung for?Which place they are talking about?I m a child of a conflict zone where peace keeps on running away and chaos barged into the houses and farms.Where shrines are narrating the stories of past glory and present ruin.How can I trust that ours was a land of serenity and joy?How could I trust that my land was as fresh as a youth full of life and now it has been destroyed and its grandeur and glory has been lost.My poem and article not for mere fame but I want to inform the world about the agony of my people .What is the folly of children and women ? Why they suffer? Can any one answer my question from any part of the world? Give me a solution to the problem my land faces I will give u as many as blessings as my heart can ,because I can give u nothing more as I belong to a poor family.Though I being a teacher, I teach the children that ours is a paradise on earth I sometimes feel I lie to them ,as they are also confused as my self .As they are also the children of conflict zone.Now the world has transformed into a Globe and every one is aware of our fate.Can any one solve this puzzle?Can any body resolve this tussle ?I want my land as beautiful as I have read in my books.I want my land as serene as depicted in ancient movies .I want my land as happy as sung by the poets.I want my land Green Not Red ,becoz I hate the blood .I want my land to be as peaceful as The slow moving rivers and lakes.I want my land as glamrous as the Kashmiri ‘Badaam waari’.I want my land as Gorgeous as the Fine silk produced by Silk worm .In short I want my dream land which has remained hidden from my sight since 30 years of chaos and confusion
CONCLUSION:At last but not the least my poem ends as:
I never knew what is right and what is wrong
My own life could have been a song
Have there been a peace and charm
No one could have the word as harm
Let the people listen their own voice
Let Kashmiris have their own choice
Almighty grant you the blessings great
If one of you subsides the yelling state
With thanks
Farhat jabeen
Kashmir ,Baramulla
Jammu And Kashmir
Presently: working as teacher in department of School education Kashmir.Presently posted at Govt.Girls Hr Sec Sopore Dist Baramulla.
Teaching English .
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