It’s a match again
between India and Pakistan,
a fight between two nations
bombarded with history, with
roots, with relations, with blood,
with heads.
I wish I can claim to watch
a usual cricket match, with
money and sweat at stake.
But it is impossible.
Millions of eyes are right
now glued to the television:
celebrating every swing and bowl,
mourning every miss and fall,
hearing every bit
of commentary as if it is God’s
voice telling who after all
will take home
Kashmir
tonight.
