Raging Fire: An Everyday Reality in Kashmir


  • June 23, 2020
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Bilal Ahmad / Younis Bashir

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There are morning sun’s rays
And there is a bullet hole with many cracks
On my window through which the noise of a raging gunfire
Comes from my neighbourhood

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Oh, it is time to wake up and look around
And assess what else bears the signs of loss
Stay, and wait for the magazines to empty
The last drop of blood to drain from the wounded

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A few besieged men who just made a last phone call
To their loved ones with trepidation seeking forgiveness
Oh, they are dead now and no gun fire but flames are now raging
I see it all, I hear it all

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The cries of people are drowning in the crackling fire
Which from above looks like a breathing dragon; it isn’t that
There are many of them burning and crumbling
I see it all, I hear it all

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I hear the raging flames talking to children
Like they are their own part
With strange music, melancholy and rhythm
Ah, even the fire gazes in pity at us!

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“O children! Weep beside your mothers
For your toys too are ashes turning
The wedding jewellery of your sisters and all that you owned
No compensation, neither will you be consoled

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See, they are there, your fathers
Crying their hearts out as walls yield and roofs melt
Underneath, the heartbeats can still be felt
Of those you call rebels and they terrorist

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Some dragged by rope and others by wrist
When they die and are found under the rubble
There is none who can get you out of this trouble
Even birds that fly free in the air

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Feel choked on smoke and can’t bear
The plumes you think reach God’s throne
From where He watches the houses blown
By explosives that shake the earth

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While some rejoice and dance with mirth
You, O’ children, are not the only to see it
From south to north this destruction does hit
Big and small, concrete and mud houses alike

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In sun, snow and rain this calamity does strike
You asked why doesn’t the God his mercy show
What He thinks and what He says, we do not know”
And then I think of the pigeons of my neighbour

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When they return from their flight
They will be homeless too
There is no maize left to feed them
But thousands of cartridge cases to sift from

 

Bilal Ahmad is a freelance multimedia journalist based in Kashmir. Younis Bashir is a journalist and writer based in Kashmir.

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    By: Hafsa hanief on June 23, 2020

    Thanks for the poem sir
    Keep going sir

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    By: Betty Smith on June 23, 2020

    Excellent piece of poetry and film. Thank you….

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    By: SURYA on June 24, 2020

    Absolutely stunning to see the pictures and poem.

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    By: Saba khan on June 24, 2020

    Brilliant piece of work!

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    By: Uqba on June 25, 2020

    Keep up the great work,well done.👏

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    By: Uqba on June 25, 2020

    Keep it the great work, well done.👏

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    By: Uqba on June 25, 2020

    Pictures say it all, Keep up the great work,well done.👏

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    By: Uqba on June 25, 2020

    Keep up the great work ,well done.

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    By: Kashi on June 26, 2020

    India is hell for humanity (kashmiri)

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