Kashmir

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.