(The Kishenganga River is situated in the Line of Control between India & Pakistan. It flows through the Teetwal sector of Kupwara, Seamari, Katbham, Beary, Khadaama villages & the Uri sector of Baramulla & several other villages like Basgrain, Charunda, Kamalkot, Silikot, Hatlanga, Nambla & Batgrain. The river is also called Haji Peer Nallah.)
The people from this side cry to those of the other side-
Oh! Heavens! God, when do we get united?
For many decades in their exiles alone,
And the burning anger has slowly grown,
Bravery mocks people- look how they died;
But still the torch of friendship hasn’t been ignited!
Out on the two banks of the (Kishenganga) river,
Thousands of villagers have lost their kins:
Who strolled on the border & never returned-
And still they loiter along to continue their hunt;
Military hostility makes them shiver
To strangle innocents, doesn’t hurt their skins!
But once in a year they get to see each other’s face
To spend valuable time amongst the ones they love,
Their wishes unnurtured in their minds
For the scoundrels don’t understand any peaceful kinds,
They regret to remember the past golden days-
Have they failed to satisfy the Good Lord above?
They’ve have felt the misery of the (Kargil) war with their senses,
Thousands of martyrs sacrificing for their motherland;
The pain to see their “once-called” neighbors
Indulging themselves into alienating behaviors:
But, what were the results of these fateful coincidences?
When the smartest thing to do was lend a friendly hand!
And though the two chiefs have taken to be allies once again,
The sudden inhuman attacks still continue to rule,
The local residents are hopeless to know-
Their re-union across the “River Of Sorrow”,
Are not confirmed yet- with no material gain;
With racial, advanced minds, we’re acting like fools!
The people from this side cry to those of the other side-
Oh! Heavens! God, when do we get united?
For many decades in their exiles alone,
And the burning anger has slowly grown,
Bravery mocks people- look how they died;
But still the torch of friendship hasn’t been ignited!
Out on the two banks of the (Kishenganga) river,
Thousands of villagers have lost their kins:
Who strolled on the border & never returned-
And still they loiter along to continue their hunt;
Military hostility makes them shiver
To strangle innocents, doesn’t hurt their skins!
But once in a year they get to see each other’s face
To spend valuable time amongst the ones they love,
Their wishes unnurtured in their minds
For the scoundrels don’t understand any peaceful kinds,
They regret to remember the past golden days-
Have they failed to satisfy the Good Lord above?
They’ve have felt the misery of the (Kargil) war with their senses,
Thousands of martyrs sacrificing for their motherland;
The pain to see their “once-called” neighbors
Indulging themselves into alienating behaviors:
But, what were the results of these fateful coincidences?
When the smartest thing to do was lend a friendly hand!
And though the two chiefs have taken to be allies once again,
The sudden inhuman attacks still continue to rule,
The local residents are hopeless to know-
Their re-union across the “River Of Sorrow”,
Are not confirmed yet- with no material gain;
With racial, advanced minds, we’re acting like fools!
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