No more silence, raise your voice, a roar must now be made,
The enemy's ground must be cleaned, their fears must not be stayed.
We are soldiers of pure peace, but weak they must not feel,
A tale of terror we must write, with strength that's sharp as steel.
The blood of innocents was shed, in Kashmir’s weeping land,
Now let that soil turn deep red, by our awakened hand.
The valley wears a crimson cloak, such sorrow fills the skies,
A story bright and fair once more must in its heart arise.
Fear has cast a heavy cloud, and silence grips each side,
This haunting hush must break at once, with voices far and wide.
How long will fear make us hide, inside our very door?
The time has come to rise and fight, to tremble nevermore.
Let them now see our strong stand, no more shall we live shy,
If they draw guns upon the street, our courage shall reply.
The blood of "Geet" now roars aloud, it calls them to the field,
When words run dry, the sword must rise, and never, never yield.
1.22pm 27 April 2025
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