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Sorry Kashmir

I am sorry, my little brother,
That you lost your prized football,
They shot you for being obedient,
As you ran home on Ammi’s call,

I am sorry, my honored mother,
That the scarf of your head is torn,
Your son’s life stolen away,
Yet even before he was born,

I am sorry, my beloved sister,
I stood dumb when you were raped,
I have disgraced that Holy Hand,
Which had me as a man shaped,

My brother with a gun, I am sorry,
I quietly saw your father being dragged,
Your books taken, this gun placed,
Your shop sacked, your home wrecked,

Forgive me Kashmir! Believe me my beloved!
I cry for you at each thought,
I could do nothing for you,
And this shames me before my Lord!

(First published in Muse India)


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