The World Beyond [Kashmir]
welcome to my world!
my world where stars shine in the morning sky,
a world where life is like a roller coaster ride.
a life where pain is your only friend,
and breakfast only consists of bread.
a place where your screams go unheard,
and everything around you is burned.
a place where grass is dirt and dirt is blood,
and tears flow like a flood.
hope becomes a distant memory;
grief sticks to me like glue,
and hysteria comes out of the blue,
when morning walks are on a cemetery.
love is a stubborn bond;
even after burying your pride,
the body stays alive,
and the soul moves on.
at night, under the covers, when all else is gone,
a flicker in the mind brings out,
a glimmer of hope, a forbidden fantasy,
that one day, i will see the world beyond.
-- kashmir, our world behind the barbed wire.
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