Red
They dreamt about,
The life so strange!
One moment they shone,
The next; they were gone.
They waited for it,
They craved for it,
Prayed to be painted,
Ah! Painted in red’
Freedom they cried,
Till the last of their times
They were in love
With their land, Kashmir!
Soulful passion,
The game they knew.
To live, not exist,
Their only dream
Those heroes still live,
Their memory’s still alive!
They slept before the dawn
And rested through the dusk
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