It Does Not Matter Poem by Mohammad Younus

From somewhere screams echo,
I am a Kashmiri, I am expendable,
If I am tortured and tormented,
It does not matter
My sufferings are horrendous,
My persecution is tremendous,
It does not matter
Hatred, fear and insecurity have gripped me,
I am weighed down by grief and agony,
It does not matter
My children, my young, my old,
my valleys, my meadows, my mountains,
my lakes, my rivers, my glaciers =
all are wounded,
It does not matter
I am alone and abandoned,
I am unsheltered, and unprotected,
It does not matter
I protest under burning sun,
I protest in freezing cold,
Against draconian laws,
Against mass killings,
Agains fake encounters,
Against forced disappearances
It does not matter,
In undisclosed graves,
I am in thousands buried
I was yet a tight bud
I still had the time to bloom
They stifled me by my neck
Long before I could bloom
It does not matter
I am dumped under my soil
With no silt or hole to peep out
I wonder deep down,
If ever you will know my grave
Deep down in a remote village
Stands my unmarked grave
Without any tombstone
No one is told outside
About my custodial killing
About my unmarked grave
It does not matter

Mykoul