This shirt is stained by the roganjosh
This face is stained by the roganjosh
These pants are stained by the roganjosh
The river Lidder belches out a roganjosh smell
These hands, buttocks, legs, face, breasts and tears are stained by the roganjosh
cook the mutton in slow fire
see it is sufficiently red
and then allow it to simmer
a little yogurt, a dash of white cardamom
on my plate
the mutton says:
what are you eating
the recipe or the valley
it is evening in Gurez
the mountains are stained by the roganjosh
the chinar looks like waza kokur
the chinar looks like tabak maaz
the chinar looks aab gosh
the chinar looks like waza palak
(and the goshtaba and the rishta (both the dish and the bond) is the memory of the meal Faisal would have eaten that night in Chattergam)
till…we served out the recipe of death
Hatai Mouji
Hato Khudaya
and then one streak of red line…
the lahabi kebab is simmering inside the pot
aroma
stench
smell
a little dash of death
the Wazwan is ready to be served
Culture Monks 