The road to Srinagar (Marcella Boccia)
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The road to Srinagar (Marcella Boccia)
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Two days of dust and sun
the jeep rattled over roads of stone
past the cries of villages silent with fear
and mountains that whispered of wars
fought long before we arrived
the air thick with the scent of fire
and the hum of tires on fractured earth
I saw the long line of military trucks
a river of men and weapons
flowing like a dark tide
toward the valley where the lotus blooms
and the gunfire never sleeps
In the distance
the mountains stood like giants
their faces hidden in the mist
and I wondered
if they remembered the sound of peace
or if the echoes of war had long drowned it out
beneath the weight of blood and stone
The soldiers sat in their trucks
their faces unreadable as stone
their eyes dead as the land they tread
yet we moved forward
the only thing that still lived
was the road beneath our feet
a road carved through centuries of pain
We passed the fields where children once played
now still as graves
and I thought of the lives
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