In the land of snow where rivers flow,
Where pain and beauty together grow,
There rise daughters with courage untold,
Braving storms in a land so cold.

The chinar trees whisper their names,
Girls of Kashmir, with hearts aflame.
Though shadows fall, their spirits soar,
Carrying dreams of peace in their core.

They march with dignity, endure the pain,
Through trials that fall like relentless rain.
Their tears, like pearls, adorn the fight,
For a land that dreams of dawn’s first light.

In silent homes or on the street,
They stand tall, never knowing defeat.
They cradle hope in trembling hands,
And weave resilience through their lands.

From mothers’ arms to fields of strife,
They learn the truths of a turbulent life.
Their voices rise, their songs inspire,
Fanning the flames of freedom’s fire.

Books in hand, yet dreams deferred,
They long for a future unencumbered.
For every girl denied her pen,
Is a symbol of resistance, time and again.

Their scars are maps of battles fought,
For justice, peace, and freedoms sought.
No chains can bind their will to be free,
For they are the soul of Kashmir’s plea.

When elders fall, these girls remain,
Bearing the torch through the valley’s pain.
With every step, they pave the way,
For a brighter, freer, peaceful day.

O daughters of Kashmir, so fierce, so strong,
In your hearts, the revolution belongs.
You are the hope, the light, the call,
For a valley that rises, unbroken by all.

The world must see, the world must hear,
The bravery of girls who live without fear.
For in their eyes shines the future's gleam—
A Kashmir reborn, where freedom will beam.