Amjad Majid


The following poem was written 25 years after the Gawkadal Massacre, on the same day, in an attempt to remember and never forget. Bullets on a bridge, Blood drips even from the triggers, The Country Without a Post Office, Has lost its address. This is not Kashmir, This is hell by another name. Many years later, darkness covers it all. They’ve cut out a piece of your heart, And made it a wound called memory.…