From Afzal, to Kashmir

From Afzal, to Kashmir

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By Mahi Farxana Munshi I walked above the dusty roads. The untrodden ways in the morning. The blood was dripping down from the sore skies. I knew it was going to end the air in my lungs. The curve on my lips just broadened more. The echo of the eternal bliss was calling my name. Just one wish was deep down inside. To be next to my kins who would wail, long when I will be gone. My return to the mighty one was decided, but this tyrannical way I didn’t know. Tell them what they can bend is not

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