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Kathua

I hop-skip,

Jump to the edge

of my kin’s land

my dupatta flows

my skin ajar

my body,

juvenile

appealing to the hungry souls

 

I, in all my natural

blithely

long to live

 

I,

just my mortal

mortal

remains

are not a matter of me

my life

or justice

 

It is

a vote-bank

a communal

a hindutva 

a muslim 

a kashmiri

a political

storm

 

While

I,

nevertheless

lay

still

 

The hop-skip

I now resume

on heaven’s stairs

 

You can lament

my absence

Go

Just

Go

ahead

 

Heaven seems better than this hell

 

 

 

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