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A sad reminder about the everyday life in kashmir, sent to me some time back by a friend (Wasim Rashid)
The search each morning
to find the scraps
with which to survive another day
The knowledge on waking
that in this legal wilderness
no rights exist
The experience over the years
of nothing getting better
only worse
The humiliation of being able
to change almost nothing,
and of seizing upon the almost
which then leads to another impasse.
The listening to a thousand promises
which pass inexorably
beside you and yours
The example of those who resist
being bombarded to dust
The weight of your own killed
a weight which closes
innocence for ever
because they are so many.
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