Zero Sum: A Song for Kashmir
Zero Sum (aka Mount Despair)
Come sit with me and rest a while, come drink my salted tea.
Smell the hills, the open skies, in all you'll know of me.
Take off your bunting, your hurt, your creed; what good come from these?
Wash your hands in the silent warmth of our samovar of grief.
The Bugloss flowers brightest blue; its roots red as blood.
The lotus stem holds forth the truth from ancient beds of mud.
Paisley prints the stolen beats of witness protected lives.
My valley isn’t twice cooked meat for your sharpened carving knives.
March 9, 2013
[Uncredited image found across several Kashmir related blogs and site. If it belongs to you, please let me know, will gladly credit.]