I Care!

I care for your tears,
for your fears, for your tears.

It hurts seeing you in pain,
I feel it in each and every vein.

When I think of those old eyes
and those lips with loud cries,
looking for their young one,
who, they know, will never return.

When I think of that child,
"My world's lost 'cause my father died"
who cries, who cries!

It hurts me more than anything,
In the flood of sorrows, my heart sinks
'cause;

I care for your tears,
for your fears, for your tears.

It's an old piece of poetry by me, wrote it when I was a seventh grader. The poem was written for the oppressed Kashmiris striving for not only their right of self-determination but their right to LIVE!