Apr 22, 2016
The evil thought occurred to me
a decade ago
There was this old man, sitting smug,
talking in front of a brick wall
Some kids had died
playing stones and bullets
over a piece of land
The man speaking to the camera said
the war will continue
till the solution arrives
to the point of Kashmiri satisfaction
Behind him
with a gentle breeze
a red rose creeping on the wall
fluttered a little
This house was his
It reminded me of my home in Spring
The evil thought occurred to me:
whether Pakistan, India or on their own
whatever happens in a hundred years
There is no solution to Kashmir
in which this man
will lose his house
Yes, they are dying
Yet, even their dead have homes
The rose fluttered a little more
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