The mesmeric almond flower
with its pale-blush petals
still paints hypnotic pictures
across the grey orchards of Kashmir.
They reel repeatedly, at
least, once a year
teeth-marking
the paradise on earth.
One Spring births a
thousand blooms
…………. like meteorites
blink on ground
All beckoning come, come
see!
There was a time when visitors
came from far and near
came from far and near
Witnessed the surreal
blankets
Of ‘Badam Fulai’ – (almond blossoms)
squeaking in high winds.
Today, that majestic valley
is restlessly twitching,
is restlessly twitching,
fretting at its
captivity;
Army encampments stand and guard
the dead-end lanes of ‘Badam Bagh’
Bullets have ambushed the dazzling almond trees.
the dead-end lanes of ‘Badam Bagh’
Bullets have ambushed the dazzling almond trees.
Ah, freedom's a terrible thirst....
truly "it salts the slaughter".
truly "it salts the slaughter".
Lost in water, blood falters;
then swirled to roses, it salts the
slaughter.— Agha Shahid Ali
Kashmir has bewitched
every heart that stumbled upon its beauty and stopped every pair of wandering
feet in its tracks with its idyllic landscape. The celebrated Persian poet
Firdausi gave it its best-known epithet – A Paradise on Earth – and the Mughal
emperors were so enamoured of its beauty that they spent a fortune building
elaborate and lavish gardens here.
My husband and I wanted to
visit Kashmir, but never got a chance. This year, in the month of march we
gathered courage and booked a tour package through a Travel Agent. We were sure
to witness those white and pink almond blossoms that typify spring in the
Valley. Unfortunately, like so many things, the beautiful spot once again fell
prey to violence. Many airports along the borders were shut down and our travel
agent had to cancel the trip.
Kashmir is a parched land of Paradise today…. :(
***Badami Bagh is a cantonment town on the outskirts of Srinagar district in the Indian state of Jammu & Kashmir.
For https://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2019/04/poets-united-midweek-motif-almond.html
A nice poem. "Badam Fulai’ – (almond blossoms) / squeaking in high winds." Love this.
ReplyDeleteSomehow war and almond blossom just don't mix. One of them needs to vanish---and not the blossoms!
ReplyDeleteIt is so sad that war has touched the gardens of Kashmir. It feels so wrong.
ReplyDeleteWow! " teeth-marking " So many teeth/bullets marring/changing the meaning and accessibility of these beautiful blossoms. An amazing and powerful poem.
ReplyDeleteIndeed a beautiful Keatsian style Ode to the Almond Trees of Kashmir my native homeland, and a powerful lament on the destruction by war force and brutality. The poem grips the reader I could feel the blossoms scattering all over but expressing them as meteorites' gives them the high status of grandeur and beauty. Dear Panchali your poem is touching beautiful and well composed. Thank you and Thanks to Respected Dr Susan who gave me the cue to read.
ReplyDeleteOh this like the taste of the alomond nut sweet and as well bitter.
ReplyDeletemuch love...
This is beautiful but so sad. War is so absurd. How can anything carelessly destroy such beauty. So sorry your trip was not as lovely as you planned.
ReplyDeleteFlowering blossoms and the image of an army makes the heart pause. There is something wrong with this picture. Thank you for the footnote.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful but sad poem this is Panchali. Let's hope one Spring day soon the almond blossom in Kashmir can bloom for all to see.
ReplyDeleteI too have dreamed of Kashmir's legendary beauty, though will never see it in person. Yes, it is horrifying to think of the terrible results of that long conflict. Your poem manages to be very beautiful nonetheless.
ReplyDeleteVery poignant and beautiful. So sad the contrast between the almond trees and the bullets I so love "Ah, freedom's a terrible thirst....truly "it salts the slaughter". Take care
ReplyDeleteWhy War Is Never a Good Idea...may the trees bloom in peace again soon.
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