For Zubin Mehta and Kashmir

Dear Zubin Mehta
Will your music weep for the martyrs
Seventy thousand Kashmiris killed
Will your music bring back the thousands
Disappeared in the shadows of the hills.

What will you conduct Mr. Mehta
The Maestro that you are,
A bleeding Kashmir’s sonata
At the garden of Shalimar.

Dal Lake will be a witness
To violas sounding shrill
Don’t use trumpets Maestro,
Our soldiers might run for their drill.

Use gunshots instead
So we cheer and clap in joy
Our guns and not violins
Killed Kashmiri boys.

Be careful great conductor,
Your baton may prompt a wail
When human souls are chained
Both peace and music fail.

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