I ran away so far from you, that distances became inconsequential.

I ran away so far from you your breath became indistinguishable.

I tried to weave a thousand lanes, I tried to walk a million roads ;
All my calls echoed back to me, all my steps led to you only

Tell me u shall hold me in your bosom, tell me I shall have an epitaph;
Tell me spring shall blossom, tell me no summer will flow red again

Aah Kashmir !

~S~

5th May, 2012

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