Tahir Ali April 24, 2006
Tags: kashmir , Mirpur , poem , jammu
True Kashmir Saga
They stole my dreams.
Purged the memories of my ancient arrogance
Spaced me out from my stream.
Jungle grow in my eyes,
A girl sitting alone in the woods,
Weaving web of slippery lies,
Called me coward: a joke to laugh.
They wrapped my tongue around my waist,
And asked me to tell the truth,
I
offered them my blood to taste.
They crammed my rivers with my blood,
They treat my peoples like a herd of sheep.
That’s how motherland became a slut.
And now my rivers flow in my veins.
Purged the memories of my ancient arrogance
Spaced me out from my stream.
Jungle grow in my eyes,
A girl sitting alone in the woods,
Weaving web of slippery lies,
Called me coward: a joke to laugh.
They wrapped my tongue around my waist,
And asked me to tell the truth,
I
They crammed my rivers with my blood,
They treat my peoples like a herd of sheep.
That’s how motherland became a slut.
And now my rivers flow in my veins.
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