Perhaps it is not your famed beauty
(In her absence, I created her image - Mahmoud Darwish) Perhaps it is not your famed beauty Creating this absence. Perhaps It is waking up to familiar faces, walking In familiar streets; hearing An Azaan, or Guru Granth Sahib In your neighbourhoods. Perhaps it is feasting On a Wazwan, or enjoying lamb skewers At Khayam Chowk, or maybe It is blathering with friends On a bridge railing, in a college Canteen, or in a paint shop. Perhaps it is strolling On that, amorous, residency road, Or growing up listening poetry Of Sheikh-ul-Alam And Habba Khatoon. Maybe it is the joy Of Eid shopping, and lining up In front of grandfather For the Eidi. Maybe it is the aroma Of fresh bread, and the taste Of Nun chai, in our mornings. Maybe it is your women tying Their prayer threads, whispering Their modest wishes, to the mausoleums Of your Sufi saints. Or maybe it is hearing Shameema Dev, on Radio Kashmir, sing. Maybe it is just watching Your face, in every season, without Carrying the sack Of longing in our hearts. Perhaps your memories Shall continue to orbit Around our yearning souls, Like satellites, until eternity. Perhaps all this excavation Of memories, this leaning On our history, this living In the past, is the story Of every uprooted plant. Notes-
Masarat
13/10/2019 11:53:47 pm
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