To Kashmir
Inspired by Basharat
He was never afraid of water,
water is where he came from.
When his Ummi's water broke
and he lunged himself out
into a burning land.
He was never afraid of water
water was very useful, he knew
it could wipe the soiled clothes
freshen him up after a long day of play
and wipe blood from small wounds.
He was never afraid of water
people came from far and wide
to sit on toy like boats
and watch his home town in awe
he never forgot the look in their eyes.
He was never afraid of water
he would jump into the lake
a secret get-away awaited him
9 feet deep, silence and the fishes
were better than stones and howls.
He was never afraid of water
Until it started to rain down
Like it was here to stay
Until it started to make it's presence
felt - every where.
He prays the sun would come closer
and slowly take the water away
secretly- one sip at a time
Revealing what is left
He wishes the water would
rain itself heavy back up into the skies
right where they belong,
So he can stop being afraid of water
again.
~ Ray
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