Kashmir! In springs of peace
Decades before sung I had
Lyrics of Khatoon
And verses of
Mehjoor.
Oh!
Alas! The
Pages of time
Blood-written nowhere,
Dance of the branches mine
Trampled got beneath the corpses
of sons innocent; and shrieks
unheard of those mothers
Shuddered which are
with grief
of
separation.
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Springs of mine
And the joys of past
Returned never for waiting
I am, in autumns haunting. Ah!
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