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| Crocus sativus |
They call it Jannat. Paradise.
It is the saffron hidden
inside petals of crocus.
The knock on the door. Has the Army
come to take someone away?
The petals that open out one by one.
The wait when someone steps out.
Will they return, or not?
Acres of purple smudge.
At the heart of crocus is the saffron.
The pellet gun injuries.
The lack of connectivity.
The fear. The loss. The agony.
Never knowing what tomorrow will bring.
All real. Real petals.
Covering our resilience.
The precious saffron, our soul.
These Mountains you see.
This is Paradise. This is Home.
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Shailaputri, the Daughter of the Mountain.
She resides in Kashmir.
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