Springtime longing
By: Peer Mohammad Amir Qureshi
I am afar from my motherland so dear,
Yearning for the springtime so clear,
The blooming mustard fields I recall,
And the captivating apple trees tall.
But now the temperature’s like a haze,
And I’m left with a longing gaze,
For the land I left behind,
And the beauty I cannot find
The old man’s gaze was full of lust,
On her daughter’s youth it did thrust
But in this land of turmoil and pain,
It’s hard to see that peace again.
May the day come when all is calm,
And people can sing a joyful psalm,
Let’s pray for peace to reign once more,
In Kashmir, our beloved shore.
(The author is a columnist and poet. He can be reached at [email protected])