O LISTEN, I AM KASHMIR

I am Kashmir never to be rejoiced
I only attain a kind of dropsy
For whole day and night
I am waiting for that sight
Perhaps that is never to meet

I am like a leaf of willow
Falling everyday at dawn or dusk;
Nobody to keep, nobody to listen!
I only see my “Green Buds” to busk;

If I am Heaven then, where are my doors?
From foot to head I have pores;
I faced imposters from everywhere
Wherever I reached there was noise of fire

“Cocktail faces” were always to loom
I was Heaven; a chaos room
Shrinking my heart towards that city
Where today is complicity

I was in between the mountains
So I was a famous valley
So far has gone that clime
To which foreigners were having some time

Now I am doleful on my own heritage;
And knit in the deformable cage;
I was Kashmir where nature represented
“By Now” I am among absentees

Just evoking now from everywhere
Acquittal seems from nowhere
I am Kashmir never to be rejoiced
I only attain a kind of dropsy!