Being a Kaash-Meri

I wish i were home,

i were happy,

I wish the mountains were visible

And the beauty not forbidden

I wish my morning tea

Was amongst the valleys, aroma dispersed

I wish that Jhelum’s water

Cleansed me every morning

Kaash-meri
Kaash-meri

I wish my breakfast was amongst the pine trees

The shades of whose remained unaltered

I wish that the smells of gunpowder

and the discrete dread was gone

I wish my life was not just “a wish”

I wish I was not a “Kaash-meri”

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Piyush Kaushal

Naive and Untamed!

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