The story of Kashmiri Pandits in the form of poetry

- Internet Poetry - Anil Chawda

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Our silence will spread

Like salt in sea water

Running like blood in the veins will reach very close to the heartbeat

Our address will be like flour spilled from a sack of flour

Wherever we are in a nightmare

Or even on the brink of a more horrible reality than a nightmare

Fighting with the darkness like the grass of Dharo

Will ask for land for themselves

Like a shining diamond ring will fall on our finger ...

The silence of the children who have been saddened forever in the refugee camps

The silence of the eyes of the old men, drawn out of the chasm,

Which was always open to the truth

The silence of the black river of mourning frozen on the lips of women

The silence of all those who have been silenced

It will fly like a restless bird from tree to tree

Knocking on the secret chains of the sleeping door will quietly enter into thoughts

And will leave the mark of his own bloody steps

Tie the eye strap with each eye to create a long and strong rope

When it burns, it will fall like a bomb under the bridge

Where thousands of feet of lies will pass

And then there will be no other explosion bigger than our explosion of silence.

- Dr. Shashisekhar Toshkhani (Anil Chavda)

The film 'Kashmir Files', which expresses the pain of Kashmiri Pandits, is very much in the news right now. The film, which was made in just Rs 12 crore, has done more than Rs 100 crore business in a single week. This story of the pain of Kashmiri Pandits is like the heart of any stony-hearted person. Actor Anupam Kher, who is working in the same film on the same subject, made a video of a poem in 2012 and shared it on Twitter. The title of the poem was 'Failega Hamara Maun' and its poet is Dr. Shashisekhar Toshkhani. Shashi Shekhar Toshkhani is a well known poet, linguist and writer from Kashmir.

Hitler persecuted the Jews so much that the world does not want to let him forget that every year one or two films are made about him. And he even reached the Oscar award. No one knows about the atrocities committed on Kashmiri Pandits there. But if Vivek Agnihotri portrayed his truth on screen in a beautiful way, people would be overwhelmed with grief. A lot of truth is not only bitter, but also toxic, as intense as a volcano. Being a native of Kashmir, Shashisekhar Toshkha is well aware of the issues and pains there. No imagination can reach the experience. In fact, the facts are more terrible than imagined, and the masses of every fantasy are in some way facts. The atrocities on Kashmiri Pandits have been shrouded in silence for years, with no one talking about it. But Vivek Agnihotri made the film come true as Shashisekhar Toshkhani said that one day this silence will spread like salt in the sea water.

The situation is indescribable when a man who is scared of a nightmare sometimes stands on the edge of an even more horrible fact than that nightmare. There is no limit to the extent to which religious fanaticism can take a person. Religion was originally created to nurture human spirituality, but the atmosphere has been created for human religion. Customs are for man, man is not for custom. The pain of Kashmiri Pandits remained silent. The silence will one day come from the sadness of the children in the refugee camps, from the cracked eyes of the elderly or from the screams on the lips of the mourners. The truth cannot be obscured forever. The truth revealed in poetry lasts for ages. Shashisekhar Toshkhani has spoken out against the silence of Kashmiri Pandits. Every pain should have its own expression.

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Who was talking about returning home

Their tongues are locked.

The orta of living free and carefree is exhausted

Morning falls every day, but will evening fall?

The question is asked by the eyes whose eyes are fixed on the courtyard

That he will come and talk to them all day long

What kind of freedom, what kind of goal, what kind of eccentricity

How peaceful this is, the red color spread on these roads is no color

This is proof, this is the blood of innocents

Once again, they have all left their homes

Have left their identities and smiles

Where is the Kashmir that has been stained with blood?

- Shriya Trishal (App. Anil Chavda)