–Farhat Rukhsar–
A minute mourns and then forgets
My heart to my Kashmir indifferent seems
And while thou native were riddled with bullets
My long dead soul was chasing dreams
While blood oozed and they watched unconcerned
While thou were gasping for each labouring breath
While we joked in colleges in Mughal gardens sauntered
In Dalgate youth approached its untimely death
Riddled by Central Reserve Police Force
Then dropped a grenade in thy bag
This is the Heaven’s secret curse
An Angel given terrorists tag
How long on that pavement thy body bled?
How long resembling humans had their fun?
Thou went left dreams, parents half dead
Dark earth and sky, gone is their sun
Time has ceased what Happy New Year?
Mirth has left the home in paradise
Home were empty eyes look for their dear
Home where walls still echo with painful cries
Home where mere pain Eid would bring
Home where sacrifice already has been done
Home where thy memories forever would cling
Home where celebrations for Eid would be none
But killing innocents has a reward of its own
One lakh rupees and promotion I fear
And in my time conditions have honed
And protesters get killed everywhere
Thou college student and so am I
Though thou shot dead, I am not – yet
Tomorrow they might then they will lie
Then the world would mourn then it would forget.
(In Memory of Ghulam Mohammad Sheikh, 22; Riddled With Bulets on 9th August 2006, click here to read the post)
(poem courtesty of greater kashmir)