See the Kite Flying
 
Kashmir your impulse
runs dry
as the mountains
stagger under your
breath, heaviness
pounds, and the heart
barren, enemies infiltrate
into your bounden ashes
the number of deaths
lost count among
schools burnt
what will they learn
as mannequins in
closed rooms discuss
the future, which if exists
is like wild catcalls in dark.
Come be the beautiful valley
you are,interspersed with ravines
and mountains scaling almighty
heights. Eyes blinded we cough
out wrath, even as bullets pierce
your heart. We cannot.
We cannot hum tunes
cannot think of  what is happening
in the inside of beating drums.
Perhaps animals are slaughtered.
Perhaps not.
Perhaps children are still playing
waiting for sun set
and dusk to enter
pallid horizons across skies.
See the kite flying
See the kite flying
arching across captive mountains.
 
Ananya S Guha writes from Shillong, INDIA.

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