Who knows England who only England knows?
Her highest mountain to me is a puny hill
Her weather? When it doesn’t rain it snows
And the English are wetter and colder still;
 
Till I saw you, Kashmir, I was blind
Love at second sight? I had forgotten the first
I never realized what I had left behind
My eyes drank you with an unquenchable thirst;
 
How can I stay in England now?
My job keeps me from the one for whom I yearn
Everything here seems to be empty somehow
Kashmir, I work for the day I can return;
 
Fly away forever from English bigotry and toil
I will never be content, or ever be happier,
Till the wheels of my jet finally kiss your soil
My beautiful, my own Kashmir.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.