WE REMEMBER, OUR NATION FORGETS
We still see the fire, we still see the fury,
Memory of men turning to demons so clearly,
Bonds turned to ash and chaos consumed my beloved Valley,
Driven out like animals, a purge without regret,
We remember, our nation forgets.
We still see our slaughtered children at night,
We still hear wailing women
and monsters screaming in delight,
Homes torn down as
our claim was less holy,
Legacies wiped out with one stroke of hate,
We remember, our nation forgets.
They rise against injustice
with tempests untamed,
With one voice they shout # Not In My Name,
We’re absent from their hearts,
their remorse has a faith,
They scowl at the saffron of my forebears,
no words of lament,
We remember, our nation forgets.
Far away from our land,
but the Tricolour remains in our hearts,
We pick up books, we salute,
we toil for a new start,
Voiceless we march and fight our cruel destiny,
We try so hard,
but the nightmare refuses to relent,
We remember, our nation forgets
Our tragedy has no God,
we are branded heathens,
We may be Hindus and Pandits,
but are we not Indians?
Refugees in our country,
an identity close to extinction,
No promised land,
we built a home with our blood and sweat,
We remember, our nation forgets.
We remember, our nation forgets.
Ayushman Jamwal
WISH I HAD SIPPED IN SOME TEA…
As I got up on a chilly morning,
Scraping my eyes – hankering to sleep more,
I looked through the window-pane,
To find rain drops fall again !!
Some drops went tumbling on the ground,
And making puddles all around !!
The rain was falling down in sheets,
Spellbound and hypnotized,
my heart skipped beats !!
Wind was misted up with cold air,
And a hot cup of sheer chai (kashmiri tea) was waiting near !!
Before I could take in a little sip,
And touch the cup to my bottom lip…
Shucks ~ The honking vehicle shattered it all,
To find that there was no rainfall !!
– Vishal Bhan
(Bohri, Jammu)
JOY IN JULY
Awake at dawn
I hear the birds sing
The scent of rain
Drifts through the window
A morning walk
On the wet grass
Tiny flowers grown wild
The sun casts
orange rays
Brighten the day
A cup of tea
Sandwich and muffins
I get started joyfully
Shujai Shaminotra
EGO
Ego,
Slowly and Slowly
It degenerates a man
Makes him blind, dumb and lame.
He feels helpless
But can’t escape from its clutches
And spoils the real taste of life
A greatest foe of man
He, who is poor,
In its possession,
Is the most wise person
Even Sages and Saints,
Who spent whole life in meditations,
Are also influenced by its effect,
Ego,
The greatest foe of man
Kiran Kanchan
Machhlian Nagbani
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