Agha Shahid Ali | I See Kashmir From New Delhi At Midnight

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  • I See Kashmir From New Delhi At Midnight, this beautiful poem is taken from Agha Shahid Ali's book The Country Without A Post Office.
    One must wear jeweled ice in dry plains
    to will the distant mountains to glass.
    The city from where no news can come
    is now so visible in its curfewed night
    that the worst is precise:
    From Zero Bridge
    a shadow chased by searchlights is running
    away to find its body. On the edge
    of the Cantonment, where Gupkar Road ends,
    it shrinks almost into nothing, is
    nothing by Interrogation gates
    so it can slip, unseen, into the cells:
    Drippings from a suspended burning tire
    are falling on the back of a prisoner,
    the naked boy screaming, “I know nothing.”
    2
    The shadow slips out, beckons Console Me,
    and somehow there, across five hundred miles,
    I’m sheened in moonlight, in emptied Srinagar,
    but without any assurance for him.
    On Residency Road, by Mir Pan House,
    undheard we speak: “I know those words by heart
    (you once said them by chance): In autumn
    when the wind blows sheer ice, the chinar leaves
    fall in clusters-
    one by one, otherwise.”
    “Rizwan, it’s you, Rizwan, it’s you,” I cry out
    as he steps closer, the sleeves of his phiren torn.
    “Each night put Kashmir in your dreams,” he says,
    then touches me, his hands crusted with snow,
    whispers, “I have been cold a long, long time.”
    3
    “Don’t tell my father I have died,” he says,
    and I follow him through blood on the road
    and hundreds of pairs of shoes the mourners
    left behind, as they ran from the funeral,
    victims of the firing. From windows we hear
    grieving mothers, and snow begins to fall
    on us, like ash. Black on edges of flames,
    it cannot extinguish the neighborhoods,
    the homes set ablze by midnight soldiers.
    Kashmir is burning:
    By that dazzling light
    we see men removing statues from temples.
    We beg them, “Who will protect us if you leave?”
    They don’t answer, they just disappear
    on the road to the plains, clutching the gods.
    4
    I won’t tell your father you have died, Rizwan,
    but where has your shadow fallen, like cloth
    on the tomb of which saint, or the body
    of which unburied boy in the mountains,
    bullet-torn, like you, his blood sheer rubies
    on Himalayan snow?
    I’ve tied a knot
    with green thread at Shah Hamdan, to be
    untied only when the atrocities
    are stunned by your jeweled return, but no news
    escapes the curfew, nothing of your shadow,
    and I’m back, five hundred miles, taking off
    my ice, the mountains granite again as I see
    men coming from those Abodes of Snow
    with gods asleep like children in their arms.
    (for Molvi Abdul Hai)

ความคิดเห็น • 24

  • @emanuelsvedin9404
    @emanuelsvedin9404 3 ปีที่แล้ว +4

    I posted a while ago I read a lot of poetry
    And haw bin for many years. I’m from Stockholm my wife is in New York. And you way of reading this is amazing. I listen to it weekly. It’s truly a master work. Today I was on my way home from work in Stockholm all in snow listening to this. Thanks again

  • @annumrashid754
    @annumrashid754 ปีที่แล้ว

    Wow!

  • @shahi6591
    @shahi6591 5 ปีที่แล้ว +7

    While my morning newspaper and social media feeds are bursting with the hysteria of revenge in the aftermath of pulwama attack. Meanwhile, In New Delhi I come to seek comfort in your voice.

  • @amirshafi9761
    @amirshafi9761 3 ปีที่แล้ว

    You have soothing and magical voice

  • @neethugeorge.6953
    @neethugeorge.6953 ปีที่แล้ว

    Uh u r voice is divine!

  • @ritus.9651
    @ritus.9651 5 ปีที่แล้ว +2

    So beautifully read out. And so very poignant today.

  • @thebrownimg
    @thebrownimg 6 ปีที่แล้ว +2

    Amazing... stunned...was v passionate abt poetry when in high school...now well into the final year of medical school and I have heard poetry for the ist time in these five years...and what a treat to listen to you!!!

    • @KashmirandMe
      @KashmirandMe  6 ปีที่แล้ว

      Thank you so much :)

    • @aadilbhat2689
      @aadilbhat2689 3 ปีที่แล้ว

      @@KashmirandMe Bahi can U suggest me Aga Shahid Ali'sBook to read as begineer(10th class student)

  • @sanchitkoul4284
    @sanchitkoul4284 3 ปีที่แล้ว

    Amazing recitation brother.

  • @kararhussain3935
    @kararhussain3935 3 ปีที่แล้ว

    Stunned and resonant voice.
    Pronunciation is superb🧡

  • @adventurebeing
    @adventurebeing 6 ปีที่แล้ว +2

    wow!

  • @advaitham98
    @advaitham98 3 ปีที่แล้ว

    Soulful recitation..❤️

  • @sk-oq9ez
    @sk-oq9ez 3 ปีที่แล้ว +1

    Please make more recitation videos pleaseeee

  • @opoouser6890
    @opoouser6890 3 ปีที่แล้ว

    Wowww..such soothing voice....i mean so serene

  • @nilimadas158
    @nilimadas158 6 ปีที่แล้ว +3

    your voice is so touching

  • @ibtisamlone7047
    @ibtisamlone7047 3 ปีที่แล้ว

    It wouldn't be more perfect❤️ looking forward to see more from you!

  • @munmunrudra2175
    @munmunrudra2175 4 ปีที่แล้ว

    Fantastic, mesmerizing

  • @DrMe-jl3sk
    @DrMe-jl3sk 6 ปีที่แล้ว +2

    Kashmir ❤😭

  • @wasifilahi
    @wasifilahi 6 ปีที่แล้ว +1

    Take those onions outside 😭😭

  • @syedadil4844
    @syedadil4844 6 ปีที่แล้ว +2

    Is it your voice over.??? ❤

    • @KashmirandMe
      @KashmirandMe  6 ปีที่แล้ว

      Yes, hope you liked the recitation :)