Our father spoke.
His voice rambled incoherently like winter winds of Gulmarg,
But his deep blue eyes calmed me;
They always made me remember the summers at Dal.
Our father spoke.
He weighed every single word;
He was beaten today morning while collecting ration,
I have to share the rice with my brother for a week.
Our father spoke.
I think uncle is not coming anymore,
I remember he was right behind us till we crossed Kupwara;
Mother has been crying since...
Our father spoke.
In a tent on a Ramlila ground,
The grass has begun to frost with the night;
I wish for my blanket to not get drenched.
Our father spoke
"Someday we will go home son."
We never did.
His voice rambled incoherently like winter winds of Gulmarg,
But his deep blue eyes calmed me;
They always made me remember the summers at Dal.
Our father spoke.
He weighed every single word;
He was beaten today morning while collecting ration,
I have to share the rice with my brother for a week.
Our father spoke.
I think uncle is not coming anymore,
I remember he was right behind us till we crossed Kupwara;
Mother has been crying since...
Our father spoke.
In a tent on a Ramlila ground,
The grass has begun to frost with the night;
I wish for my blanket to not get drenched.
Our father spoke
"Someday we will go home son."
We never did.
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