Poem by Wani Ishtiaq

 

A Witness

 Meandering through

With a burden

Of a day

The dark beauty blossomed.

 

Through the land of

Silenced people

Enforcing

A beautiful uncertainty.

 

A memory like

A corpse, transcending

Curling smoke the only speaker

From a blossoming graveyard.

 

Over the planes and peaks

Those nights, snow cuddled red

 A cry

Forever muted by death.

 

A tender silence

 Sweet like a winter night

Forced by a security

Bordering, the ominous land.

 

A maple gunned down

Smeared red

Cushioning an acquitted soul

Sprinkling a silhouetted serenity.

 

Sunset shadow, dead sorrow

And an abyss adored

Over the banks of Jehlum

A witness of a massacre.



Wani is a student of Mass Communication in University of Kashmir, a bibliophile and an aspiring storyteller.

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