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 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”