Best Kashmiri Poems

Concluding Part of

Oh’ Kashmir  - Last Part 2


One grave mistake was 
Shown by the decision makers 
Of Kashmir,
To convert the green valley,
Into a valley...

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When innocent got killed, others left,
Beyond the hills to unknown lands,
Escaping death that chased foot prints,
With nothing, just the empty hands.

Helpless *Pandits, became homeless,
Feet on...

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Remembering in my Parents’ Prime
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Ah! This snowy still night, at bedtime;
Reminds me of the picnic pictures,
I as a boy would imagine,
Dad and mom must have...

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Creasing Out Happiness

My little luxuries of life I refuse to barter
With Solomon's or Queen Sheba's treasures
Its ecstasy bewitches and beguiles me
As pirates to laden vessels...

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PARADISE LOST

P oisonous minds roamed in Valley of joy, 
A nd their mission was to kill and destroy.
R uthless bullets pierced the innocent hearts,
A ngry...

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You departed, my Motif, but why did you?
Unfinished, my carpet lies, colors awry.
In the weave of my days, you were the light.
You departed, my Motif,...

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I picture Kashmir through lightened KL. I see Kashmir through deserted eyes.
I am writing an elegy. While my Kashmir burns.
My blood has contents of a...

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I am sitting over the mount’s top
On the highest rock
Watching the city’s scene;
As the bucks in countries
In summers do,
Rise to the highest point and stare...

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Ha! Ha! The first letter’s the last,
 Like the zinnia, the zho, the zufolo, the zoo of animals, the zebra of Sahara, or the zeal...

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When the chilly wind starts blowing from the North, 
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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...

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O love! How was it before!
When we were free…
That Nature’s our yard;
And played whole days, the lovely love games.
When something like ‘society’ we didn’t know;
When...

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To Dr Santosh Bakaya

On some sunny day
When it's Spring ,
Let's, you and I, 
Have a long literary discourse 
At the altitudinous airy balcony 
Of my...

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Sitting in the living room on a rather
chilly winters evening, reading the life
journal of a daughter whose parents, 
Pakistani and Kashmiri both dead when
she was...

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Sain par pabandi hai
Kyun k choot gndi ha.
Note.choot choot.....

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