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Absolved in Jhelum | Day 10 | #NaPoWriMo

Absolved in Jhelum | Day 10 | #NaPoWriMo
~ Sobhan Pramanik | Saturday, April 22, 2017 | |

It had been a year
my eyes last met
your wounded glee
in the windy murmur
of thawing snows.

This April sun
wilting the plains,
there tints the
white rivulets of
Jhelum in gold.
As they sigh
down valleys and
jingle past forests,
like the ankled feet
of a gliding woman.

Apple yards of Pahalgam
must be back to flowers.
White buds lacing
shiny green canopies,
gearing for the
September harvest,
when the sweet aroma
of ripened apples
shall mask the acrid
gunpowder odour.

Cable cars like the
oval backs of ladybirds,
sure are treading the
frosty Gulmarg sky.
Taking visitors and skiiers
to Aparwath from Kungdoor,
to sprawling white acres
of frozen sea that was
crimson the last spring.

Winding alleys of Downtown
that flares up Friday noons,
with Tehreek raining stones
at the forces and their
retaliation with toxic bursts
of fire and gases;
all of it culminating in quiet
once the moon stealthily surfaces,
gleaming atop the night's still lake.

Normalcy is somehow always
imposed, restored post a furrore.
It is in the middle of a summer
that I wish to return, when you
won't have snow shawls
to hide your scars.
And unclad we will lie
between the waves of Jhelum,
our sliced backs to the Earth,
seeking luminescence
to our dreaming eyes
beneath the merciful Heaven,
against the blinding pellets
that has become our fate.

© Sobhan

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