Shahid tonight

JK Bank

“Where art thou?” Kashmir needs a Shahid tonight
“O, please free her with poesy,” pleads a Shahid tonight

A red path marks the entrance to my home
“Come on in, it’s okay,” greets a Shahid tonight


There will be silent-shouting words, echoes of words
Yet only one bullet makes a Shahid into a shaheed tonight

It’s time to give a tongue of fire to shackles
All mother’s breastfeed a Shahid tonight

Where do these loud, lurid words come from, Ruhan,
Does the spirit of an Agha lead a Shahid tonight?


For Agha Shahid Ali on his birthday, posthumously.