‘Kashmir, O, Kashmir,’ you were the last words
On the lips of a dying man
You moved a Mughal, and the common herds
Have been touched since the world began;
 
‘Kashmir, O, Kashmir,’ you are a haven for songbirds
You are a jewel set in a valley so rare
‘Kashmir, O, Kashmir,’ your beauty is beyond words
The woman has yet to be born who can compare;
 
Kashmir, your name is always on my lips
I love your majestic mountains crowned with snow
Your silver streams, and hills rolling like a woman’s hips
And your flower-choked lagoons that smell just so;
 
Time is the longest distance between two places
Kashmir, I work abroad but my heart remains with you
My mind’s eye can see each of your angelic faces
O, Kashmir, Kashmir, when I die I want to be buried in you.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.