Zindabaad

Guest blogged by Preeti Kaur

For Bhai Balwant Singh Rajoana

For everyone who flies the kesri jhaanda today

 

ZINDABAAD TO THE KESRI FLAG WAVING ACROSS MY HEART

ZINDABAAD TO MARCH 31, 2012

ZINDABAAD TO THE EYES

ZINDABAAD TO THE LUNGS

ZINDABAAD TO THE WRIST WHICH WEARS THE KARA TO REMAIN SHACKLED TO THE SKY

ZINDABAAD TO THE ROPE

ZINDABAAD TO THE TATI TAVI

ZINDABAAD TO THE BELLS RINGING

ZINDABAAD TO THE BRIDGE

ZINDABAAD TO THE LAMP

ZINDABAAD TO THE KIRPAN DIPPED IN INK

ZINDABAAD TO THE CHILDREN OF THE FIELDS RUNNING AWAY RUNNING TOWARD

ZINDABAAD TO THE DISAPPEARED WE REMEMBER

ZINDABAAD TO THE DISAPPEARED WE FORGOT

ZINDABAAD TO THE ASHES WHICH COULD NOT TRAVEL TO KIRATPUR SAHIB

ZINDABAAD TIBET

ZINDABAAD JAMPHEL YESHI

ZINDABAAD TO SINGULAR PURPOSE

ZINDABAAD TO THE RANJIT NAGARA

ZINDABAAD TO RIBS WHICH HOLD THE BEATING LIVER

ZINDABAAD TO THE ELEPHANT WHICH THUNDERED THROUGH THE LAND

ZINDABAAD TO THE ANTS WHICH GATHER IN HILLS WHERE EVER THE ELEPHANT TRAMPLES

ZINDABAAD TO MY WOMB

ZINDABAAD TO EVERY MANDIR MOSQUE CHURCH WHERE I FELT WAHEGURU KISS MY FOREHEAD

ZINDABAAD TO THE WRITER WHO SENDS ANGRY LETTERS TO POLITICIANS WHO MAKE WAR

ZINDABAAD TO THE VOTE

ZINDABAAD TO THE YOUTH WHO TASTE THE SPOILED MILK OF THE COUNTRY’S UDDER AND SPIT

ZINDABAAD TO THE BANDD

ZINDABAAD TO THE COOK

ZINDABAAD TO ALL WHO LET THEIR FEMALE FETUS DAUGHTERS BE BORN

ZINDABAAD TO ALL MOTHERS

ZINDABAAD TO ALL MOTHERS WHO STAND IN PLAZAS

ZINDABAAD TO THE DAUGHTERS OF MIR MANNU’S JAIL

ZINDABAAD TO THE JAIL SUPERINTENDENT WHO REFUSES

ZINDABAAD TO THE LIVING SHAHEED

ZINDABAAD JUGNI THE TRUE JUGNI

ZINDABAAD TO WAKING UP

ZINDABAAD TO WAKING UP WITH A SMILE

ZINDABAAD TO WAKING UP WITH A PLAN

ZINDABAAD TO THE LANGAR HALL WHERE PHOTOS OF SHAHEEDS GIVE ME COMPANY

ZINDABAAD TO MY GRANDMOTHER’S SIMRATA IN MY HAND

ZINDABAAD TO MY GRANDFATHER’S JAKAARA FIVE TIMES IN SUCCESSION

ZINDABAAD TO ALL YOUNG MEN EVERYWHERE WHO ARE THOUGHT TO BE THAT WHEN THEY ARE THIS

ZINDABAAD TO ALL YOUNG MEN EVERYWHERE WHO FACE A BULLET FOR LOOKING LIKE THAT

ZINDABAAD TO ANYONE WHO EVER THOUGHT I LOOKED LIKE A QUIET PERSON

ZINDABAAD TO EVERYONE WHO LET ME SPEAK ANYWAYS

ZINDABAAD TO THE DAY I WASH MY FATHER’S 1000 TURBANS

ZINDABAAD TO SUNDAY WHEN THE TUBS CLOG BECAUSE EVERYONE CLEANS THEIR LONG HAIR

ZINDABAAD TO ALL WHO SEARCH FOR LOVE

ZINDABAAD TO ALL WHO SERVE WITH LOVE

ZINDABAAD TO EVERYONE WATCHING THE FERN GROW IN THE TERRARIUM

ZINDABAAD TO THE ROOTS WHICH BREAK THE GLASS

ZINDABAAD TO THE NAMES OF THE DEAD WHICH NEVER MAKE THE NEWSPAPER

ZINDABAAD TO CHITR GUPT WHO RECORD EVERYTHING

ZINDABAAD TO ALL WHO FLASH LIKE A NEON SIGN WHICH SAYS ALWAYS OPEN

ZINDABAAD TO ALL WHO WALK TOWARD THE FIRST LIGHT

ZINDABAAD TO ALL WHO RUN TOWARD THE TENTH LIGHT

ZINDABAAD TO ALL FLYING STARS IN THIS LONG NIGHT

ZINDABAAD TO ALL WHO TRAVEL HOME ON A BLUE HORSE

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