Azadi: Roots of Resistance

Azadi: Roots of Resistance

I carry my grandmother’s nose, her quiet strength,My grandfather’s hands, worn by length—Of days spent planting on occupied land,Kashmiri blood, Panjabi birth. He worked the soil, beneath the oppressor's gaze, Planting life while his people paid. Tired hands feed the colonizer’s greed, While hunger haunts his children’s needs.