Dear Land of great water resources, ...
...minerals and forest wealth,
Forgive me!
That I couldn't stop the looters and invaders,
From plundering thy precious wealth,
Wealth that to alien people can never belong,
The gems studded on thy beautiful face,
I couldn't hide beyond the pry of vulgar eyes,
I couldn't say:
'Don't come in, get away from my native land;
Don't cut down my deodar and conifer trees;
Don't steal my hydro electricity;
Don't cross my wall by abrogating 370;
Don't change my demography',
I cannot bear to think what my silence,
In the long run, would mean for my posterity,
I remorse in silence and repine
That such a wretched condition is mine
Mykoul
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