Ah Love Those Days of Long Harsh Winters
Ah love! Those days
Of long harsh winters,
Homemade pickles and dried vegetables;
Surrounding the flaming-high chola
And having kehva with cornbread,
Almost whole-days.
My maternal grands and
In the nights their horror tales:
That world of fairies and giants,
Demons and ape-men;
My mom's dead granduncle's heroic
Hunting stories--
Catching cleverly the wild hens
By the bushes hatching eggs,
Chasing the fox in snowy forests,
And ambushing behind rocks
The lions slept-for-days in dens!
O! Before the uprising,
Before the guns and grenades,
Was a beautiful--mythical, religious world...
Oh God! Damn the Indians,
Chinese and Paks,
They all have
Together or one by one
Damaged our topography
And destroyed our identity.
Copyright © Fayaz Bhat | Year Posted 2014
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