Now Love, I Shall See You There

Now love, I shall see you there… You are you and I not I. Noble in deeds, unparalleled in beau, In status high whilst very humble, Loving—truly, and loyal. And I a Kashmiri over again, Born but after independence– No road with barb wire’s barred, No bungalows for journeyers are occupied; And ah! Before the invention of noisy machines And smoky cars. And my cottage is there, Shepherds take their flocks to graze. I am not a motherless any more, sisterless guy, Looking for a job in his mid-thirties, Incapable to tie the long-longed knot. I am enjoying a carefree happy road walk With enough money to demand boiled indigenous eggs With teas-- prepared of buffalos’ milk; And give the sheltering poor countrymen Benevolently in the morning. Ah! As that American vagabond wandered alone, And invited all, to his journey unknown.