I Pelt

Why do i pelt stones? people ask me a lot. why do we need to fight? i ask myself a lot. but when i step outside i saw a mother cry i saw a brother die i saw their family torn apart i tried to forget but never could that i saw people high in delight those who with mere guns stood trying to stop us and put a fight we clustered and gather a mob pelting stones with all our might willing to fight till they sob but they know not who we are we are kashmiries fighting for our right