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| I WONDER WHY I FELL ASLEEP WRITTEN BY ASHOK RAINA | | | | “I wonder
Why did I fall asleep?
so many dreams flew away
The silence lingered before my eyes
captivating sights flew from the garden
even in the bright sunshine
I seemed much more puzzled”.
I've heard a lot, heard a lot, and seen a lot of things, but why haven't I awakened within myself? Why have I ignored everything I see right before my eyes? The most interesting thing is that I've never even tried to understand the word genocide myself, so I'm bound to be a failure in explaining its meaning to others. However, I, along with others in my class, have been deeply influenced by the word genocide.
We've heard plenty of talks about genocide and mass murder across the World but no one ever explained me actually what it meant. There are many meanings of the word genocide in the dictionary, but it seems very difficult to transcend the boundaries of the word.
In my opinion, I don't justify the word genocide as being synonymous with murder, as much as I do the hurt that this word causes to forced me to realize my feelings that Crushed my fraternity, brotherhood, mother tongue, culture, Art livelihood, local folk culture activities and childhood love affairs.
When I, along with my other companions, had to suddenly leave my living ancestors home town in the Kashmir Valley, due to suddenly the unfortunate developments of the unpleasant situations in the Valley, thereafter or aftermath sometimes I was decorated with the term word "temporary migrant status" and at other times I was made to wander from place to place in the name of the word "displacement" and all the successive governments, despite knowing all this, deliberately kept ignored to me in the very disturbed adventured nights
The time after the year 1990 with grasp changed, so much beyond the expectations and people also changed and humanity was also slapping, corruption increased, cases of looting became big, big scams came to the fore. The incidents of recruitment scandal became public at large, the condition of displaced people was made pathetic, worsened like me, the educated young people were buried alive in the name of corruption. The dream of the future was killed, illiteracy was promoted, the illiterate masses were absorbed, the tradition of dark city, crooked king was started.
Pain pierces my heart.
Is there any desire left to live?
Face is torn to shreds.
I am yet to find hire
So thorny complicated life is created.
Pain pierces my heart.
The heart never tires of regretting
Self-centered eyes never meet.
Loved ones robbed in the garden
They put on another show.
That in the discomfort of life environment creations all around us. The promotion and encouragement of ignorance, irregularity in appointments, yellow pages of expressions stating the fire incidents happened damages the principals and the rich values exhausted.
Of such nights from childhood
I used to lose my mind again and again
The stretch in my heart made me cry
Even buried the echoing voices of mine
I wonder
Why did I fall asleep?
(The author of this article is Editor of daily Northern Times)
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