By: Younis Kaloo
Deep, ingrained in me is the victimisation of conflict
From my blood and my breaths come the wails of conflict
Here, when people tell me “shake off the dust of conflict”
Spontaneously my tongue glides “I can’t unthink conflict”
I have memories and experiences with conflict
My childhood, my boyhood was lived in conflict
My eyes, if anything they saw, was conflict
My ears, if anything they heard, was conflict
My legends, heriocs, and history come from conflict
My stories of destitution come from conflict
My past, my present is conflict
My plains, my mountains, the air is conflict
Their yardstick to measure me is conflict
Their purpose is enshrined in conflict
What do I then do in this conflict?
Get born, grow, and die in conflict
(Younis Kaloo is a Journalism Post Graduate with specialisation in Narrative Journalism from CUK.)