“I was sitting in the lawn of my house writing some verses when three gunmen barged in.
The gun fight continued throughout night. With the first light next day all Balhami, his family members and neighbours could see were smouldering debris of what was until a few hours before a sweet home. The two-storey house had been built by Balhami’s father in 1967 and now all that had been left was few broken walls pockmarked with bullet holes and soot and piles of broken bricks and concrete, ashes of the window and door frames and scalded tin sheets. All the three gunmen were lying dead under the smouldering debris.
- destroyed home of poet Madhosh Balhami
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“Bahut lut chukay bharey ghar (Now too many flourishing homes have been plundered).”
But Balhami said, “My grief is not over my losing our home but my poetic work which has gone with it.”
He added, “Houses can be rebuilt. I’ve lost my life’s treasure. My grief is here to stay, and I'd appreciate it if people don’t ask me to get over it.”
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