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The Poet of Kashmir

Another day goes by
as my temple of verses rests desolated,
with her laments succinct.

this curfew of imagination,
keeps the pilgrims (of thoughts)
sobering behind closed doors.

The valley is being robbed
of its flowers and fervor.

We both are dying slowly
but not as we once dreamed.

In winter,
when it rains saffron
instead of snow.

6 thoughts on “The Poet of Kashmir”

Pragya says:

The theme, Shashank! 😍 Speaks volumes !

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January 11, 2018 at 5:09 pm Reply
- Shashank Bhardwaj says:
  
  Thanks 🙂 Kashmir is a theme I love to write on.
  
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  January 11, 2018 at 5:23 pm Reply
Pragya says:

And, you do it beautifully ! ☺

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January 11, 2018 at 5:24 pm Reply
- Shashank Bhardwaj says:
  
  I try my best. 🙂 It always can be better.
  
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  January 11, 2018 at 5:25 pm Reply
Pragya says:

☺Yes. It can be.
But you do write beautifully! 🙂

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January 11, 2018 at 5:31 pm Reply
- Shashank Bhardwaj says:
  
  Thanks Again. 🙂
  
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  January 11, 2018 at 5:33 pm Reply

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