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Poetry from Kashmir

By Ahmed Rayees

I AM A FLOWER

My name is Rose.
I bloomed in the heavenly garden,
Sang with birds and butterflies,
Without fear and agony.
I played hide and seek,
Inside my little fantasy world
 
Suddenly...
I lost my way, I lost my songs...
I found myself in a dark corner
Pierced by innumerable scars,
I cried...I screamed...
 
But could not escape those strong claws
I lay withered
In the dark serpentine.
No door opened.
No car stopped.
I cried...I screamed...

My limbs stopped aching.
My lungs stopped breathing.
I died... I died... I died...
Profusely bleeding!
I drenched your city red.

I am your unresolved question
I am your indecisive end --
Getting dissected in the courtrooms
Without getting a fair verdict
I am waiting...
 
My body is broken, but not my soul
One day, I will come back,
I will come back as one among you --
May be as your very own daughter…

Ahmad Rayees is a freelance poet and writer from Kashmir valley, currently working with Claylab Education Foundation as a mentor. Claylab aims to alleviate educational inequity and increase economic mobility by providing affordable, quality, and meaningful education to students. 

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