The lost paradise

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
The beautiful valley of Kashmir is bruised and shaken due to the long raging armed conflict.Behind the facade of normalcy rage the ugly religious and ideological divides that have polarised the Kashmiri society.There's utter disregard for Kashmir's beauty and culture (and that too by her own people)even as it is marketed around the world as a tourist's delight.The image of Lalla,the legendary Kashmiri saint and poet makes this degradation and decadence more stark.

Submitted: January 01, 2014

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Yesterday I saw(or dreamt perhaps)

Lalla roaming around the Boulevard

The onlookers leered at her nakedness

And she smirked at their clothed nothingness

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“If there’s a paradise on earth

It is this,it is this,it is this”

They taught us these verses in elite missionary schools

Where they thought Kashmiri crude and made us talk English

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There’s no trace of heaven now

But parrot like we chant anyhow

If there’s a paradise on Earth

It is this, it is this, it is this

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Lalla stops by the SKICC

A  giant turtle on a shrinking lake

Blaring from within, she hears her verses

And mutters under her breath, exquisite Kashmiri curses

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Nirvana seeking  tourists puff marijuana

In houseboats obsequiously named

Elizabath,Victoria and Kate

All spewing  foreign shit into the Dal lake

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They vow to set it right and set themselves free

And  quote Noorudin-Lalla’s own protégé

Over steaming cups of kahva they vouch for harmony

 Hindus and Moslems are all brothers you see?

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And they hug across the blood soaked lines

Mukbirs(informers) on one side, freedom fighters(or terrorists?) on the other

They smile tightlipped-pressing their lips thin

And all that venom-that’s  contained within

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Kashmir is all decked up-the old whore

Conscious of her fading beauty and her falling price

The pimps try in despair new tricks to entice

Kashmiriyat,the abode of saints-hoping that would suffice

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We  line up for the welcome Rouf and conjure up smiles

Cameras flash-the opportunity seems too good to miss

To sing together of the paradise  and insist

It is this,it is this,it is this

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