Familiar Ascent
At one thousand feet, I jitter with excitement.
At ten thousand feet, I feel the world stop around me.
At thirty thousand feet, I can't help but fall asleep.
From forty thousand feet, Kashmir floods my dreams.
From twenty thousand feet, my home calls out to me.
From five thousand feet, every worry leaves me.
Two days and an over exaggerated arrival later,
The only happiness I can find in my war torn empire,
Is what is left of my family.
This poem is about:
My family
My community