Grave Diggings !

Grave Diggings !

A Poem by Khaaki
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A digger... http://www.thekashmirwalla.com/2013/01/more-unmarked-graves-found-in-kashmir-total-6277/

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On a still December night,

I shivered not for cold,

I shook in fear...

I stood awake till dawn...

I heard the gloomy shrill,

in the lap of the eerie silence...

I smoked a rolled tendu leaf,

to lighten the cold and grief...

one, two or one too many,

I buried with quivering hands...

I dug and dug deeper still,

I hide their kill forever...

Two boys, hardly yet men,

grizzly sprouts of uneven beard,

embellished their boyish cheeks..

Uneven, awry,

like disheveled dreams

of mourning mothers,

like hovering hopes

of forlorn fathers...

Must I bury everything?

I slowly picked my shovel,

I fussed about it no more,

for a part of me died too,

a little part each night.

It must be buried too,

before the light of dawn,

would lay all bare

and I could look

into their eyes…

© 2013 Khaaki


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:: an extremely powerful and poignant piece of poetry, dear haseeb... i just read the article too and the comment below it... this hindutva philosophy is responsible for this... former army chief is gonna share a stage with narendra modi soon... this philosophy is there in many people... no secular hindu or secular muslim or secular indian from any other community can tolerate such torture of people... and it's not over until their families know where their missing family members are and some form of justice takes place... my heart is with you and all those who have suffered and continue to suffer... this philosophy of saffron terror in the minds and hearts of many is nothing but a manifestation of fascism...

Posted 8 Years Ago



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