Call me whatever, whatever makes you feel cooler or smarter,
I am a stone pelter in Kashmir, an heir of the martyr………..
Welcome to my world, you call it your paradise we call it Kashmir instead,
Welcome to my world, what you see is pink, I see is all red,
What you see is a drop of dew, I see that of a tear,
What you see is silence of peace, I see is fear,
So if stone pelting is ‘attack’ in your sense,
Actually is an art of defense.
Call me whatever, whatever makes you feel cooler or smarter,
I am a stone pelter in Kashmir, an heir of the martyr...
Come visit my land, enjoy its snow, enjoy its mist,
Don’t fear from me, I am from Kashmir but not a terrorist,
I see my pictures being published, my act being taped,
But I also see my sons being killed, my sisters being raped,
Where do I go, whom do I doubt,
For peace in valley, oh man, how loud do I have to shout.
Call me whatever, whatever makes you feel cooler or smarter,
I am a stone pelter in Kashmir, an heir of the martyr...........
Whose building have I bombed, whose fields have I flooded.
But my buildings are bombed and my lands are blooded,
What do u think I throw stones at, with whom do I share this occupation,
No it is not the police nor it is the army, its INDIA the so called nation,
And what more, my act is not one sided, we perform the imbalanced duets,
I throw stones at them and they hit me with bullets...
Today I had no work, so thought of writing this to you,
No it is not just a message, it is a stone fired at you...
Call me whatever, whatever..........
