First Place, Poetry: “In The Valleys of Kashmir,” by Sharvari Deshpande
Grade, SYBA, S P College, Pune, Maharashtra, India
In The Valleys of Kashmir
Snowflakes on the red ground
And bullets instead of flowers
Paradise on earth now not found
And the land prone to blood showers
Tiny eyes and pink cheeks
Land of beauty, now a warzone
Afraid little minds witnessing terrible weeks
Facing the odds, all alone
Deprived of opportunities, dwindled ambitions
Their home, once a heaven
Destroyed for conceited reasons
History of their land in complications woven
Thousands of lives trapped in political games
Recalled only on some important dates
Responsibility of none, yet too many claims
Just a line on paper, deciding their fates
Life of normalcy, a cherished dream
Their present is occupied by terror
Tears demanding the freedom they have never seen
Is this our country’s true mirror?
“I was browsing the internet one day when I came across the ‘Writing for Peace Young Writers’ Poetry Contest. I read more on the website and I decided to submit my entry for the same.”
To begin with, I am an artist and I love to express myself through my paintings. But there was a point in my life when I was feeling low and that is when writing, through the medium of words, came to me as a supporting friend. I began writing by expressing myself, and then I started to elucidate my feelings about my surroundings and social issues through it.
I aspire to be a civil servant, so that one day I have the authority to bring change in the society and work for its betterment. I want to help those children dream who cannot afford to dream in their current conditions. And that is my ultimate goal.
I feel that my writings and the work that I will do in my future can contribute to bring this change and make someone’s tomorrow better!
I’ve never been to the state of Kashmir. I know Kashmir is an integral part of India yet the people there aren’t experiencing what other fellow Indians are – Freedom. Whatever I know is through the articles and news. And yet, even though it is a disputed land I feel it’s like my home. A land I care about. People I care about. I live in a very safe environment. Children of my age there don’t.
This taught me to thank the universe for this life which seems like a luxury.
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