The well is too shallow
Water too cold

Sometimes light reaches down
Sometimes they keep it away

Bricks and stones
Are the only refuge I have

Some flowers have bloomed
Their color is black

My croaks echo my fate—
Stay forever in this well?

Published in Kashmir Lit, 2014

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