Hard rural boys,
dark skinned in their
six hundred rupees
pants – bought on the
roadside, wanted to
get them beautiful
Kashmiri girls when BJP
moved forces into the state;
“white babes, with cheeks
like apples – darlings me
marry yous, wanna be my
friendship?”
So I told them, perhaps
women from their family
would like those beautiful
Kashmiri men and I
watched their faces
change as their wooden
skulls cracked under
bigotry’s heavyweight!
