Table of Contents
  Index
  About the Poetess
  My Father's Country
  Azadi: 1989-1995
  The Yellow River
  Father
  Summer Rain
  Anantnag
  Mother's Day USA
  Mahtab
  Bride in Red
  Seasons
  Priya
  Refugee
  My Dream
  The City of Dread
  Kashmir Today
  Sukeshi has a Dream
  Autumn Rain
  The Story of Ganesha
  Washer Woman
  The Ever New Poet
  The Yogi
  The Rishi
  My Death
  Self Spectre
  Autumn Song
  Book in pdf format

Koshur Music

An Introduction to Spoken Kashmiri

Panun Kashmir

Milchar

Symbol of Unity

 
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Father

It is you
talking to me.
Who was in your
nightmare
when a midnight moon
became so terrified
and you walked
over to the kitchen,
made tea with milk.
You prayed.

You dreamt
of a blue and green van
which stopped near our door.
Someone knocked 
three times.
You heard the van pull away.
Then, you wanted to check.

My head
limp, uncut hair, bloodied,
fell out. My crushed hands
and shoulders you could
not bear to see.

Tonight
I am home with you,
sleeping
in a room downstairs:
not my own room
next to yours.

Your soft step comes close,
it goes away till I can't hear.
In your own home, my father, 
you cannot find the Door
within which is Mercy. 
Outside is Death. I cannot Rise! 

[© Lalita Pandit, March 15, 1997].

 

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