My Paradise Called Kashmir

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Once this was a paradise carpeted tulips smiling colours of sporadic hues… now ravaged, the fields lie crusted in dried blood, feeding arrogance and vengeance, the need to prove might, extracting pound of flesh and life, putrid smell of death hanging by the noose of humanity’s desperate quest for freedom.

Pristine snow, now dotted red, the cold of the winter has frozen this breath, in time that stands still, screaming and bearing the price of senseless violence, stealing souls and snatching sons, even daughters.

Browse through history trek through pages of this journey of loss and pride this situation of not belonging anywhere came from you, from me, from the need for freedom that we already had.

© Sandhya Suri

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