Sunday Poem By Ruchira Mukherjee

Sunday Poem By Ruchira Mukherjee

Kashmir: through an eye that once trusted system.

O, beloved; I still sense all the tortures. Your unheard voice and it’s cry for justice. Noise around and a blurred province A generation with no vision. Yes the disputed land , Our very own Kashmir. Terrorist attack; Attacks on Hindu pandit; The hub of culture; Repeated attack! Shattered. Fight for one’s own land: So much injustice in just one sentence. Exodus of 1989: conspiracy of massive genocide. Brutality towards a race; Terror in the sound of ralib, ghalib ,chalib by attackers: Which means convert,die or leave. Deleting facts,primary sources. Cries of innocent keeps getting burried deep. Year 2019 ,civillian once again paid price for survival. Justice as a constant doesn’t forget its type: a directionless expression. Propagandas on Islamophobia; Thirty years of injustice ,murders melt down to scrapping of article 370 ; A land losing its right; Kashmir no more a special province ; No one wanted to know what this pure beauty once wanted! A beauty robbed of its freedom is justice in today’s India. A collection of voice; where Kashmir’s voice get’s a graveyard.