Three Poems
By Omair Bhat
In the streets, filled
with impenetrable smoke,
Kashmir is burning again,
so are tyres, rubber,
and logs.
By Omair Bhat
In the streets, filled
with impenetrable smoke,
Kashmir is burning again,
so are tyres, rubber,
and logs.
By Omair Bhat
I will love you then under
muzzles of assault rifles of
troops, slithering
out from sandbag bunkers into
silence of our city