Kashmir is an idealized image for many in the subcontinent. A visit might change that image.

You need it to go for your honeymoons,
to make love beneath snow and mountains;
You need it to make it your cover pic,
to proclaim to the world that you are travelling
and you are lucky and filthy rich.
You need it to ogle at their women
and sing praises for them when you return.
You need it to make your movies more scenic;
its a spectacle to watch rais, kapoors
and padukones dancing on the snow.
You need them for the apples and plums and shawls.
You say you can’t severe your head off,
you say you won’t let it go.
But, next time you go to kashmir,
you can’t make love there,
for it would stink of carcasses and blood.


Madras Courier originally ran as a broadsheet with a poetry section. It was a time when readers felt comfortable sharing glimpses of their lives through verse. If you too have a poem you’d like to submit, do mail us at editor@madrascourier.com.


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