STILL I AM ALIVE

(Against the turbulent activism of Indian military, and the ongoing issues in Kashmir valley)

I know you will jot me down in the history

With your filthy and sharpened letters

I know you will trod me, beneath your foots,

Believe, still I am alive.

Does my utterance upset you?

Do the uprisings I generate offend you?

‘Cause I have stringent wealth and weaponry,

Human-insane to curb you.

Still I am alive.

Moonless nights aren’t stranger here,

For me, they create sufficient veils

‘To set out as a stoutest cyclone,

A blockade to your turbulent vicissitudes’

Dare to declare, still I am alive.

Does my silence tickle your toes?

Does the patience, my attitude console you?

‘Cause I pay tribute, and war as reception

To your tourist-pub impress you’

Not so, still I am alive.

Across the harsh-grasses and meadows

Blossomed in my backyard

‘Shall I close my doors?

To whom, planned expeditions?’

Pardon me, still I am alive.

#issue3 #history