Stray bullet

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By Sheikh Nissar

Empty bullet cartridge shown by protester in Kashmir (KL Image: Bilal Bahadur)

Stray bullet

Drove me to death

Through the gates of heath

Softly stole my breath

Piercing my tender heart

In a single jot

That was my best part

It is thy sting art

That I did fall

For once and all;

Still I hear cradle’s call

Carved on my heart’s tender wall

Hurt and pain

Will come again;

Silent tears will rain

Till we are awaken again

Sheikh Nissar, a resident of Kawoosa Khalisa is a Post Graduate in Sciences from University of Kashmir. Ideas expressed are his own

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