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

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