Jammu
Jammu,
Wooden shops,
Cobbled ways
Jammu,
Green ancestral alibis canopy concrete roads
Nodding to the whistles of winds
Jammu,
Embroided with green
Tanks and men
Men in green, agile, expressionless like mannequin
Transformed into robots
Vomiting bullets at someone who used to be a brother
Jammu,
Pink-faced, kissed by cold
With deep emerald eyes
Reflecting bottoms of their old waters
Jammu
Serpentine roads
Hospitable cabbies, who are
Google of the place
And no need to feed a word too
Because they read you
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-Vijaya Kandpal
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