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I always wrote the best verse
The teacher would often say
This pandit boy will be a poet one day
My pen drew imagesOf Kashmir,
Meadows and pines
Springs and brooks
Snow and shine
Alas, I forgot....
I was a Pandit too,
Soon they will come
To take me away
To the cold street
And shoot me down
My blood will freeze
Before it oozes
My verse would freeze
My voice, go dumb
The azan would rise
And the warriors of God
Will soon find another
Voice to quell
Another pandit to kill
The morning news would read
A KAFIR killed on a cold street
(Rashneek Kher)
Rashneek Kher
Blog:- http://nietzschereborn.blogspot.com
3 comments:
nice !
I loved ur poetry very well . It depicts agony and pain in a very lucid manner ..
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