<figure><img src=\"https://cdn.worldpulse.org/images/post/9000/92050/post_image_gallery/dd141593c3905227594de9e41d4f47a1/pain.jpg\" alt /><figcaption></figcaption></figure>My Soaring Pain Why my pain isn’t receding? Why my heart isn’t at peace? Why my Kashmir is lifeless as dead? And why the world has gone so dumb? Why the phones are so mute? Why the air is so hushed in my land? Why can’t I talk freely on the phone? Why are people confined in homes? What is their fault? What is their mistake? Why is my pain rising after every dusk? Why are my nights so abysmal? Why are days so unsure? Why is Kashmir now a slaughterhouse? Why is our youth in the dark slammer? O’ my colonizers why are you agonizing our innocent lot? What is their mistake? What is their fault? Why is mum doubtful of the dawn? Why has dad all the hope? Why is the night of melancholy so long? Why is the world so dumb and numb? This is because I am Kashmir bathed in blood my colonizers fraud.                                                                                Sumera B. Reshi

South and Central Asia

My Soaring Pain

Economic Power

Environment

Positive Masculinity

Comments

Connect with women who are speaking out on issues, solutions, and movements worldwide.

Join a supportive, inclusive global community for all women.

New members must wait to send private messages until they are approved by a moderator. This is to ensure that World Pulse remains a safe place. Check back soon to send your message!

Please wait to send a private message

Report content that you suspect to be spam or violates World Pulse community guidelines, including hate speech, harassment, misinformation, and content from members who are under 16.

Are you sure you want to report this?

You will receive a notification every time there is a new comment or update in this story.

Great!

Get the latest stories by women who are making an impact — right in your inbox.

Stay updated on the World Pulse community