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Kashmir My Family, My Dear

Kashmir My Family, My Dear

written by: Sajawal Saleem Paracha

 

A pregnant woman, once known to herself, cuts her hair, veins, and body parts. Her throat is firmly tied with the string of thorns… yelling with the hopeless rope. Pouring the boiled SULPHURIC ACID into her tied throat and mud in her eyes. Circling the dead bodies, till her final breath. A weeping letter in her hands.

“In the land of dead mortals.
Doomsday is entirely conspicuous.
Sleeping souls have painfully slaughtered the beating hearts.
No hope to survive.
Now!
Know nothing to keep soul and body together.
Everything is in flux.
No reason to unlock vitality.
No purpose to take a breath.
Merely,
The lifeless patience is here to bear.
As,
The souls have blocked their breath…
During the presence of air.
Unknown cruelty has peacefully
swallowed my peace.

Death is hankering for my life.
I want to die to remain alive.
I am burning the foundations of my wings.
My grinning garden is glooming
Behind the inconspicuous graveyard.

My guiltless, blameless, and sinless aromatic leaves
have been murdered by the Autumn,
During the exquisitely virtuous Spring.

An annoyed flood of fracturing tears
Madly scrubbing the phobia of fear.
MY RUINED FAMILY!
MY RUINED FAMILY HAS BEEN DEAD, MY DEAR!!!!!”

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