In the darkness of a shamed night, When bastard diseases patrolled Kashmir Poetry was stolen from the dead Verses erased from gravestones Dates reversed, Irises trampled Histories robbed The old desolate widow houses of Jhelum - Whose rooms were plotted by the doomed architects of fate, were broken into Their Gothic windows broken, Their Mughal arches crooked, Their doors empty frames bordered only the most intricate woodwork from Ishfan The Pacicdhars* who used to Live in attics, were all been exiled by The thunderous impotence of mad men Who set fire to autumn skies till everyone was a Refugee from Forgotten memories of An ancient nation, their identities crushed under one-ton military trucks --- * Pacicdhars: Mythical guardians, which were believed to live in the attics of Kashmiri houses, and used to descend in the middle of night wearing wooden clogs, protecting the homes from spiritual ills.