Missing Home
(this poem is dedicated to all the pandit migrants of kashmir whose homes were burnt down in the 90's in kashmir.now somebody else surrepttiously lives in their houses)
my home missing
from the map of valley
of snow capped peaks
my favorite cozy corner
my small prayer room
and cold shadowy attic
all vanished
under curtian of azure smoke
only memory was parceled to me
as it was fire-proof
my home looking blue
blue as ill peoples hopes
Bare earth of my dank garden
in desolation
not a single poplar leaf
sleeping cozily in her warmth]
i wish for pleasant
april sunshine
and quite rain
falling over my courtyard
of missing home
lined door of oak
awake, waiting
for my sun burnt hands
to have last handshake
and say last adieu
