Eid Spelled Backwards

A curfew was laid,

To maintain law and order.

But who maintained,

The happiness of my Kashmiri brethren?

Not goats but

Happiness,

Was at the slaughter house;

Of politicians.

Little children,

Peeping from windows,

Did not see colorful taqiya but

Military helmets.

Who delivered the Eidi?

Not family,

Nor friends.

But military helicopters and drones.

“What was in Eidi?”

A bowl of bullets,

And a spoonful of,

Deads.

This poem is written about one of the curfews imposed by the Indian State in Kashmir Valley on 12^th September, 2016, a day before Eid ul-Adha.