Ode To Cashmere (Kashmir) Poem by Nida Chuhan

Ode to Cashmere (Kashmir)

O'Cashmere
The wind amid forests which blows there in mountains ensnared my heart
Plodding through the verdancy such bliss never gets apart,
I still can smell the old oak of wood, the clogs and streams
My heart dwells there where I shall find this again? In the realm of Dreams? ,
My Long Lost Love! the pangs separation kills as chilly wind kills the spine
Nothing will be same again When I will revisit those pines,
My eyes aches with a stillness of gaze like a frozen Jhelum,
My soul is covered with a white shroud like a snowy Neelum,
On the Banks where Neelum-Jhelum meets I threw my heart
Into the depths where nothing can bring it back! No Art.
The wind often smells like you
The roads travelled with you making colorful hues,
Like a flower with a morning first dew
O'Cashmere!
Tell him the stories of my pain
I miss him while plodding through the memories invain,
But my heart gives solace to see him happy, convivial and glee
But I am enchained to time, standing still where I was. No revival, No flee.