New Kashmir

New Kashmir

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Lend me your ear, O my dazed darling!
I shall unfold to you the elan of love.

The length and breadth of the vale
I traversed, like one lost to himself.

I ran after pirs, fakirs and jogis,
Bypassing no holy place.

I was snuffing the air for tomorrow’s
Tidings, when my country would be free.

But there was only talk of the past,
Of how the far-off world moved.

The star-studded night fell and moonlight
Took the hill and dale in its embrace.

Dead tired, I perched on a mound. My body

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