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The Dew | Amin Kamil (1924 -2014)
Into the garden quietly came the dew last night.
It had sad news to tell.
Throughout the night it said what every priest in the mosque and the temple say,
Into the flower’s ear whispering as it wept,
“Mortal is the world, evanescent…
If there were No Man | Vasudev Reh
My cry resounds across the world; this world of mine would have been otherwise a wilderness.
How could I have sworn by you otherwise?
Who would have bothered to evaluate the words?
The earth of mine would have been an ash-bin.…
The Mystic who Knew | Naseem Shafaie
I know not since when, I was not only visible but naked to the eye,
Who so ever might have seen me must have rightly been attracted.
The robes on my body must have gradually been torn apart into tatters,
What not must have been…
The Valley Of Kashmir | Sir Walter Roper Lawrence | Part 6
The interests of the city have from the earliest times been opposed to the interests of the villages. The city people want grain and other villages produce at rates far below the cost of production. ‘What the eye does not see the heard does…
Lalwun Naar | Poem | Rasool Mir
Dearest friend, you go and look out for my beloved,
For my saplings have an inferno to bear.
I even looked at tarots for motherhood,
Tied sacred threads in shrines
If the lord doesn't provide you, you are no good,…
The Book of Gold Leaves | Mirza Waheed
From the pages of
The light bulb in the room is of low voltage. A pale, sad light-they cannot afford high-voltage lamps for each of the eighteen rooms- is, has been for more than a year, his sole companion as he paints deer,…
Poem | Saint Poet of Kashmir Swami Parmanand
Thou blessed mother of the universe.
Shed thou Thine haloed light on us.
And merge our finite into Thine infinite
For, are we not sparks of Thy light?
Reinforce thy field of action with
The spirit of duty and devotion,
The seeds of…
Ah! Those days of poverty | Mir Ghulam Rasool Nazki
"Ah ! Those days of Poverty.
How good they were!
How light was this heavy frame!
How good that was for us!
A family, A big dish pot and a hearth in the kitchen;
How good all that was!
We, hard workers, A labourer, a carpenter;
How…
Sumran | A Poem By Master Zinda Kaul (1884-1965)
Listen, my friend! He gave me His rosary as a token of His love, but alas!
I failed to take care of it and lost it! I was unworthy.
I have no hope to recover those precious beads by groping in my blindness.
To be so lucky one must…
‘The Last Queen of Kashmir’ by Rakesh Kaul
"The Last Queen of Kashmir" is a captivating historical fiction novel that brings to life the story of a powerful queen, Kota Rani, in Kashmir during the 14th century. The book explores her life, her reign, and the political turmoil of the…