Kashmir comes in ripples
As I imagine Dal in Delhi
Like a Phiran
Kashmir engulfs me
In this heat and dust
A distant Azaan
I hear
From Hazratbal
Like hope
I sit unaccompanied
Somewhere in a local mosque
I am a Char Chinari in Delhi
Here
Too afraid I am of these
Scorching roads
For
Kashmir walks barefoot in me
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