Mummy! It is snowing! I cried.
Yes, it was just like that fairy tale.
Just like that dream.
The picture had indeed frozen.
Little snowy pearls in front of the great green conifer whirls.
With frozen snow islands at the tree feet
and the big brown mountain beneath.
They stopped and smiled,
Dazed perhaps by their own beauty.
I stood there too, in open mouthed wonder,
Thanking the Lord.
I had finally been blessed.
Blessed, as I saw the first real falling snow of my life.
As I saw the true colours of my land, for once in my life.
So whats the big deal, you may say.
When a Kashmiri sees falling snow 13 years after she is born, it is big deal.
When a Kashmiri sees that snow from the window of a hotel room and not her own doorstep, it is a big deal.
When a Kashmiri is as much a tourist in Kashmir as a Canadian, it is a big deal.
And when the snow that should have been the most routine part of your life comes as an out-of-world-surprise, you wonder what else you must have lost.
What other parts of you lie dead and buried in that soil.
The war against my identity seemed to have won;
I will always be an incomplete soul.
But the missing parts, ironically, have also been my link.
Because though today I don’t own an inch of land in my land, as long as that soil has my dead remains, Kashmir will be mine and I shall live.
Radhika is a student of XI th Class Sardar Patel Vidyalaya. She enjoys debating and writing and has a strong interest in her language, Kashmiri, and linguistics in general. She feels that she is a small part of the struggle for justice, both political and cultural. |
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Well worded poem.Those who speak Kashmiri would recollect how our elders would teach us about the snowfall in Kashmir. It was a sentence like this:-- Pakaan Pakaan Iraan Zan--- Shoungith WuChhum Moonah Zan--- Tsalwun Wucchum Tsuurah Zan. It is the Koshur Prets--Kashmiri puzzle to understand the "Snow".
Added By C L Raina
Radhika though a child of thirteen bewails like a grown up Kashmiri the loss of her own land for no crime of hers.She is exited to watch frozen little snowy pearls from the hotel window.Her feelings symbolize the pathetic longing of a Bhatta for his motherland.Can human rights activists hear it?
Added By pushkar ganjoo
Pathetic poem. Ms. Kaul should have a better try at living her life!
Added By Alexa Chamay
Do you love humiliating yourself by such expositions! Give a better try for god-sake!! Please try writing something worth reading.. sounds like a nursery rhyme .."Mummy! Snow!!!".. Chhhrissstt!! Literary Sadomasochism.. *shucks..tch tch!!!*
Added By Sidhhant Waklu
@ Pushkar No one hears nursery rhymes in Kashmir anymore.. lol :P
Added By Siddhant Waklu
I also belong to Kashmir and happen to stay in Bngalore, so can fully empathise with Radhika's feelings. You really need to be a Kashmiri to appreciate the feelings expressed in this poem. Great work Radhika. Keep it up
Added By Surjit Singh