The Coming Spring Will Whisper My Name Poem by Mohammad Younus

The coming spring will whisper my name,
For I am resistant, resilient chinar—
Cradled by winter's quiet warmth,
Beneath the sacred soil of Kashmir,
I am autumn's blazing chinar.

Spring will watch me rise again,
Unyielding from the earth's embrace.
In the vale of chinars, my roots hold firm,
Bare yet resolute—defying frost and storm,
I am autumn's blazing chinar.

Once more, my leaves will unfurl,
Hearts of fire beating against the cold.
Rising, like a phoenix, from my ashes,
I am autumn's blazing chinar.

My garden—once a paradise—now weeps,
Yet it will bloom again.
Its rivers, crimson with the blood of its children,
Will flow green, like Eden's streams.
I bore it all; I endured it all—
I am autumn's blazing chinar.

My people will endure; they will laugh again.
Their cries will vanish, Insha Allah,
Like the morning mist.
The half-widows, searching for lost shadows,
Will breathe in spring's relief.
I am autumn's blazing chinar.

When snows recede, unmarked graves will call
Pilgrims with reverence to their resting ground.
Souls, long bound, will rise and soar,
Embracing mountains, meadows, and me.
Winter's frost cannot still my flame—
I am autumn's blazing chinar.

The buds will bloom, the spring will sing,
And longing will fade with winter's breath.
In the heart of Kashmir, I endure—
I am autumn's blazing chinar.

— MyKoul