The sweeper came to clean the road
In the sweepings among other things
was the pony tail of a young child
who was last playing in her mother's lap
The boatman was happy
he netted a big fish
a fish with human shape
with a sacred thread around it
The lonely priest walked into the temple
with a tumbler full of pious water and flowers
to wash Shiva...
all he had to wash was human excreta.
the twice born was dead
for ever
cleansed....cut...dried..
and pasted on the books of history
and the world remained silent
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Dead End
The road to what was once my home in Kashmir....zuv chum bramaan ghare gachehae..
2 comments:
what an amazingly chilling compilation of words.!
I do not come from the same fraternity.. neither i ever faced any situation as i had a peacfull childhood ... but learning about these inhuman and unreasonable acts carried out on KP.. i feel its so disgusting not to know about the other part of my country which was in trauma for years ...
hope so i could add some value and help in getting justice to my mother land ...
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