Kashmir

Faint memories still linger,
Of the times when the child
danced in your lap,
kissed your red cheeks,
Hung on tightly, felt you.
A beautiful dream,
A beautiful being,
Uncorrupted. Unsullied.

But always a simmering undercurrent
As time progressed,
the fresh air became stale.
Their lust never waned, only grew
Your face, your breasts, your bossom
An obsession, a perversion.

The joyful dance was cut short,
Wonder years lost to
Blood, gore, rape and destruction
A new essence of life dawned
Meaningless, directionless.
A black hole staring into infinity.

Roses began to grow cactus
The fertile body became arid,
Devoid of life, devoid of hope
The pieces lay scattered everywhere
All around nothing but annhilation.

Slowly the pieces were stiched together
Away from your grace and your love.
Life started to ensemble,
the leftover debris.

And you, my mother
Repeatedly cut by those demons,
Repeatedly raped every night,
Your wails echo, as you silently cry
But no one cares, shamelessly
neither do I.