Or that is what they think!
With an intense hatred I stare at the convoys, the army vehicles, the armed men who think they own the roads and shove us about and around as per thier wishes.
A shrill whistle
a uniformed man standing on top of the army truck and waving his hand… (implying give space or else…)
armed men stopping traffic as and when they wish,
to make way for those who think they own this place.
Like cattle we stop when told, and move where we are told to.
It is not the king we make way for
we make way for these foreigners who have come here on the pretext of safegaruding us.
And all people like me can do
stare with an intense hatred
and feel helpless
while we wait for the armed men to signal and say move.
this is life in kashmir.