Kafila normally never publishes poems. But sometimes, we make an exception. Because poetry give voice to memory in ways that prose can’t always. And because we must never forget November, 1984.
Guest Post by Jaspreet Singh
30 YEARS ON
One hears that the grass has grown again
and old domes have been plated
with gold. Children of ashened fathers
have acquired autos and crystals, and Lutyens’
stones have bloomed