If I die in a war zone ,
Box me up and send me home.
Put your hands on my chest
Tell our kids , I did my best
Tell my mother not to cry
Although was too young to die
They left too soon, without a sign,
No last goodbye, no steady line.
A sudden hush, a world gone still,
Hearts broken wide against their will.
Yet we are not the headlines.
We are not the fear.
We are not the ones behind what happened in Pahalgam,
When no one was near.
We condemn it, with all we are —
It cuts too deep, it goes too far. You want to know what Kashmir means?
Come see the truth behind the scenes.
Walk with us, not past our pain,
Feel the warmth that still remains.
We are the greetings at sunrise light,
The chai that makes a cold day right.
We are the hands that serve with grace,
The quiet strength time can't erase.
When the world looks on and misdefines,
Painting us in borrowed lines —
We stand and speak, we don’t forget,
This land has love in every breath.
So no — we are not what happened that day,
Not the fear that made hearts sway.
We are the peace that still believes,
In morning calm and falling leaves …
Harmony and peace will surely prevail ,
Yet we want this lovely lie, Though heartbreak may come ,but wahab will always try …
#ThisIsKashmir #NotInOurName #KashmirForPeace #WarmHeartsNotColdActs
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