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Despair

I write to mourn Asrar mowed down by pellets at eighteen
Mowed down at eighteen
Pellets mow you down, don’t they?
Imagine I were writing about the death of my child
Would I pause here? Could I bear to continue?
You who are reading this
Imagine this is about the death of your child
Would you pause here? Could you bear to continue?

Would it then be a statistic?
Would it then be just another pellet gun fatality?
Would it not rather be
The end of the world as I know it?
Would you not curse Heaven and Earth
And everybody everywhere?
Would I seek revenge? Upon whom?
Would you become a Living-Dead?
Would I recover ever?
Oh the horror!

I ask these questions and try to feel 
The unbearable pain of Firdous Ahmed Khan
Multiply the questions and try to feel
The unbearable pain of Kashmir