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
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* 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.
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