My Land is Bleeding by Ambika Raina

My Land is Bleeding

Ambika Raina

It's been a long time now, two decades of existence It stung me before, it still pricks, These seemingly superficial questions.

The shell remains, I have the face I have the nose, I have the grace The shell remains, the only trace The only trace...

But still under the yellow maple, Or in loose dinner discussion, You'll ask me, hey, where are you from? It's a casual conversation.

It's a casual conversation, sure, For you the answer's easy But I will have to rack my brain How do I say, My land is bleeding?

Let's not intensify I'll take it slow, this should be breezy I'm from India! I say with conviction Traveled all my childhood Amusing answer, You probe further, Unsatisfied I know you are.

So Raina huh? Aren't you Kashmiri? Well. Congratulations. I guess so. Instant reaction - Wow! Exotic! I love roghan josh Well good for you, I'm glad you do I love it very much too.

Do you speak the language? No I don't. Ouch, but I still smile Where in Kashmir? Srinagar. Oh wow! Ouch, still smiling meanwhile Don't you go back? No I don't.

So where do you stay? I stay in Gujarat, In Punjab or Maharashtra.. Just not in Kashmir. AWAY.