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Thursday, 28 February 2013

Bows and Boots

I mount the ladder
Smile by smile
Rung by rung
And my Kashmiri hand
Brings the rainbow
Arching the sky
Down the Zabarwan ranges.

Out of nowhere
A voice calls out
“Hey you bastard there
Get here
Where’s your curfew pass?”

My rainbow -
Too foreign to him
Falls into pieces
His military boots -
Too familiar to me
Trample it in a hurry.

Not out of fear
But of readiness
I flee the scene
Ready to pluck another rainbow.