On her frail shoulders, the threads of Pashmina talk. Of a valley, of heaven, of a moonlit night. Demure, she froze amidst the discordant noise, Charred bodies around her, her flesh and blood died. On moonlit nights, hence she walks barefoot on the snow, Suffering within and out, I can listen, what her silence speaks out loud. Deranged, Demented, She drags her body around, Unaware, Listless, what she has lost can never be found. I call her, whenever she passes by me, I have been piling up sorrows as debris. Come! My child Let me hear your pain, Let me soothe your wounds, Let me jostle your soul, So you shed a tear. I know your pain, I have done all this myself, And I have been there. This poem narrates the sufferings of women who lost their families in Kashmir Valley. *Disclaimer - Title is inspired by Sonnet 30 of Shakespeare.
Good thought. Would have been a better one if it was for another gender :). Just my opinion !
ReplyDeleteI agree with the comment by Prateek. Too good thought as usual.
ReplyDeleteVery well written thought..:)
ReplyDeleteI have always been a fan of your words. Every single one of them packs so much meaning and so much depth. :)
ReplyDeleteMay be some day scientists can explain that Why and How any other person becomes as important for one that she looses her most precious thing for him
ReplyDeleteVery concise and powerful!
ReplyDeleteShort,truth and applicable for "he " also.
ReplyDeleteSo true. Very well said. Such relationships are not worth keeping.
ReplyDeleteSo true words, Saru!
ReplyDeleteA very thought-provoking one :)
ReplyDeleteHmmm. Thoughtful.
ReplyDeleteNice soulful verses Saru
ReplyDeleteSo true words Saru ji !!
ReplyDeleteThought-provoking!
ReplyDeleteTrue and thought provoking.
ReplyDeleteBrilliant. Nothing should be kept at the cost of one's dignity.
ReplyDeleteThat is sad ...
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Great insight in few words. Totally agree with you Saru.
ReplyDelete@Everyone - Thank you so much for reading.
ReplyDeleteSaid it all in few words!
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