writes "Drippings from a suspended burning tire/are falling on the back of a prisoner,/the naked boy screaming, "I know nothing."Shahid Ali has love poems to Begum Akhtar, his mother, the Kashmir landscape. Poetry can't be reduced to eternal railing against a regime or an ideology. The staple of poetry, as we know it today, deals with a poet's inner life and how his soul deals with a complex world bearing down upon him.
from The Hindu: Poetry in a time of terror
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