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Festered wound
By Shubhrastha Cultivated love withers with weather-ed change. Just as the radios distributed have withered away in rust, in want of signals- that hang limply in desperate search. The tendons of snapped cables, doctored channels, filtered news. News freeze in memory too curfewed to kiss the caskets called brain sockets- just as my neighbor’s blood [...]
jehlum \ Kashmir \ kashmir poetry
The Jhelum snakes its way
The Jhelum snakes its way. Silent, silent, ever so silent, through a city cold and beautiful- so red, so red, ever so red. A city so red from the blood of kin. A city so red from the anger within. A city so red from the love in hearts. A city so red from [...]
conflict poetry \ Kashmir \ kashmir poetry \ kashmiri poets
The Conflict Zone
Rue of a woman, half-widowed. The ordeal of a girl yearning to see her father. The sigh from the broken soul of a Mother, And, the mourning of a friend. You aren’t going to escape, when you Incur into this conflict zone. Where blood is flowing ubiquitously. Where skies gloom with a spark of earth underneath, [...]
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Alone a bird weeps, on a fruitless tree, with his head bowed sun crosses the horizon The moist graves, don’t seem to level , unaltered shadows glimmer in the smoky air Unwritten lines of hands hide the wailing mouth, Again a prayer remained unanswered The garden of corpses floats on a lake, a boatman rows [...]
Agha Shahid Ali \ America \ Kashmir \ kashmir poetry \ The Country Without a Post Office
A Beloved Witness
By Irfan Hassan On a hot summer evening of 1988, I spotted Aga Shahid Ali on the Residency Road buying Paans at Mir Paan House (his favourite Paan shop). At the first glance he did not recognise me, but welcomed me with a big smile, as he would welcome any friend or stranger. I [...]
kashmir poetry \ shafi shauq \ zareef ahmad zareef
The Sparrow’s Sorrow
By Zareef Ahmad Zareef | Tr. by Shafi Shauq Before I narrate my suggestive tale, I salute you all with love and respect. Two decades so harrowing have slipped away, Yet it is not easy to breethe at ease. If the tongue dithers and nothing is said, People of tomorrow can’t know our today. [...]
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