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Eyes on land, spices and the women now. 

History repeats itself every time.

"Dear Danish,

You'd tell me how every Eid, you visited Abba's grave,

and bring him flowers from pahalgam.

This Eid, Danish, have you left me too?

Pahalgam is curfeued Danish,

are there flowers in heaven?"

Love,

Isra

'Religion of patriotism.'

I came by the public road
but won’t return on it.
On the embankment I stand, halfway
through the journey.
Day is gone. Night has fallen.
I dig in my pockets but can’t find
a cowry shell.
What can I pay for the ferry?

-Lal ded

Your aluminium and my blood will dance to the beats of the guns.