"The Braves Arise "
I am from the cold temperatures of Kashmir
To the beautiful mountains surrounding it
From colorful saris worn by all
To the tinkling bangles
And the deep red henna
I am from the bright sparklers on diwali
To the brotherly love on rakhi
And even the small holidays
Are treated like huge occasions
I am from the old brick house
At the bottom of the hill
To the fire-colored tulips in the spring
And the never never-ending flow of the stream in the back
I am from an endless amount of
Stuffed photo albums
To an infinite number of DVDs
From when I was little
I am from my roots in Kashmir
I am from Stories of Kashmir
– our ancestral land, narrated by my parents
I am from Maej Kasheer I wish to visit
I don’t know when …. But hope soon.
I am from all these memories stored in my heart.
This poem has been written by Swapna Raina's daughter (Shivani Wali Raina) when she was 10 years old. This was narrated by Swapna at the KP Diaspora Conference call with the Kashmir Interlocutors on February 4, 2011.
She also narrated the trauma and pain caused from the migration and murder of her grandfather Shri Neel Kanth Ganjoo, Former Sessions Judge in broad day light on Nov 4th, 1989.
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