Kashmir
March 26, 2020
What are we to you
But crushed dirt
Powdered earth
That will soon
Slip off your hands
From the crevices
Of your unwieldy grasp
That you expand each day
As our heavy hearts,
Snuffed out by long
Isolated nights
Turn rebel,
And all our lost days
Come back to us
To break the frozen
Surface
Like a seismal garden
That grows in the gaps
As defiance.