Beloved Kashmir
Beloved Kashmir
This same day in this old country
The bruise roads leads to nowhere,
Or to the hell, the old heaven
Where the whites of the land,
Are adorned with red
Not of saffron, but of blood
Longing for resuscitation
Every day, every night,
In this stringent and diabolical upgrading land
Longing for the touch of beloved, miles far
Every day, every night,
Desire is grasping at straws
In dire straits
Unheard of voice for three whole months,
The phone bell rings with no hope,
A desperate soul, "are you still mine?"
An exhilarated body,
"Always yours"...
Live Kashmir, live for your beloved.