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Fiction & Poetry |
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Poetry |
Srinagar II
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Published : 1 November 2010 |
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When a goat herder
threw a sizeable stone bludgeon
at one of the dogs that accompanied us
down the mountain when we came,
I almost fainted at the thought of impact.
The poor beast.
When thunder rumbled and
a flash of lightning lit the underside of the sky—
a tent of cumulus, index finger-thumb propped
by the Great Unmeaning—
I’d be lying
if I didn’t admit that some part of me
was expecting it to be a bomb.
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Readers' Comments |
Total Comments
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Gankhu
1 November 2010
02:29 PM
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To V.Karunesh
He means that the impact of the stone
on the poor beast,
and then the cloud effect
is what made him think of a bomb attack.
Not much, I guess,
to do with Kashmir and its issue,
not at least,
in this beautiful poem.
Cheers.
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V. Karunesh
31 October 2010
02:22 AM
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I suspect whether a stone can emit a sound resembling that of a bomb. I rather suppose it to be vice verse to the ears of Kashmir. I look forward the day, their ears resume experiencing like you (us).
But oh!
I am afraid, C. Darwin says, adaptation is the nature of all the biotic community.
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