Poem by Linda B. Scanlan
From Kashmir today
My dear Linn –
I am dead…..
I write from Baramulla
Fighting escalated
Bullets flying
Many deceased
Martyred in the name of freedom
Celebrations erupt
In the country of the oppressor
Dancing in their streets
Ours flow with blood
Their news report terrorists tortured and slain
They are gleeful
Terrorists! – look in the mirror
College students
My mate with whom I took classes
Now dead
Buried without my respects
I feel pity
Armed soldiers stand guard
Roads cordoned with barbed wire
We are prisoners in our own home
They celebrate
Murder in cold blood
Linn – my friend
I am dead
Only worse
Waiting
Asking myself
Will I be next ………………..
Linda B. Scanlan, 2019©
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Your poems on Kashmir paint a picture, sad and tragic but this tragedy is brought upon people by those who sitting across the border prompt by sending terrorists to disrupt peace. Terrorism is real in Kashmir so is the stone pelting so are the deaths of innocent Kashmiris by terrorists. Shed a tear for them too dear poet.