When
you see the Kashmiri
Hate
him.
For
decades he has been
A
stain on the nation
With
his beard and his pheran
His
gushtaba and his carpets
His
insistence on existing
Being
alive
His
insistence that he, too
Is
human, and has desires
This
must not be allowed to be.
He
is not like you and me.
Tie
him to the bonnet of your car
To
use as a human shield
Teach
him a lesson.
Blind
him
With
pellet guns
Shoot
him
And burn
his house to ashes
The
way the British treated us all
Him
and her,
You
and me.
He
deserves it, even though
It
is all the fault of Pakistan
Simultaneously.
When
you see the Kashmiri
Spurn
her.
She deserves
it, because
Her husband,
her brother
Her
mother, her sister, her father
Breathe
the pure air of your
Hindu
nation,
And
her children grow up
To
be the Other that must not be.
When
you see the Kashmiri
Hate
them,
Call
them traitors,
Send
WhatsApp messages denouncing them
And
demand that they be destroyed,
That
they be boycotted,
That
they be starved and made to kneel
That
they be taught
The
taste of your steel.
Even
though it’s all the fault of Pakistan
Simultaneously.
Copyright B Purkayastha 2019
Many thanks. As I've said before, in school I had geography classes where I learned all there was to know about the sub-Continent, but as I grow old, I know less and less every day. I had no idea about how Indians felt about Kashmirin (it wasn't in our schoolbooks or newspapers).
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