A poem I wrote on my visit to this heavenly land of Kashmir only a few months ago,
It touched my heart;
Walk me through these lands, I need a hand to hold
If truth must be told I haven't thought of home
I feel like a stranger,
Like a lonesome tree of Pampore
I have snow in my blood and I fear the cold.
The dark of the night makes me burn for the day
The stories I write to keep my mind awake
The poems I recite,
All give their blue to the shores
I have felt a pull from the mighty sky
I have felt a push to this garden, all dried.
So walk me through these lands
For my blood is now sore
The warmth of the flowers has stopped to grow,
Ambushed men have survived
The peaceful ones seem to have died
And yet in my land, I've forgotten,
To carry some light.
Mariyam - 10 days ago