NAMELESS GRAVES AND SHROUDED WINDOWS HAVE VEINED THE WOUNDED POMEGRANATES OF THIS LAND

A SONG BY MARYAM ALA AMJADI

Hello Kashmir, hold on!

no one can erase your pain

humanity prays and promises

that you will be free again!

 

Hello Kashmir, hold on!

to the pages you still have

those lost leaves of history prove

there was a world, long before

there were any maps!

 

Hello Kashmir, hold on!

you are more than a paradise

on the guilty face of this earth

you are a labouring beauty

at the brink of another birth

 

Hello Kashmir, hold on!

despite the terror and the horror

that has become your daily existence

now even the new-borns know how to cry:

Resistance! Resistance! Resistance!

 

Hello, Kashmir, hold on!

 

I saw the future and there were no borders

I saw the future and there were no hoarders

of human blood

and no one had to work for their daily bread

I saw the future and it made me think instead

of bombs, instead of bullets, instead of bombs,

in the very heart of our dismay,

though we cannot unhear the gunshots

or unsee the fractured face of the windows

let us courageously pray

for communal joy

for they will throw away their nuclear toy

one day when they learn they can’t eat that money

or drink that oil or thrive and breathe the air

by standing tall on the chests of the oppressed

 

Hello Kashmir, hold on!

 

I saw the future and there were no checkpoints,

no visas, no papers or stamps

I saw the future and there were poets,

those narrators of silenced nights

walking among the people, wearing their hearts as lamps

I saw the future and ‘unity’ was not just a word,

and ‘freedom’ did not get a sentence

I saw the future and all along, it was hidden

in the clovers of the ever-present-tense

 

Hello Kashmir. Hold on!

 

Artwork © Mir Suhail

 

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