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
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”