Nineteen

Nineteen

the eternal rose
of love
blooms in the waters of
a sacred longing.
when i think of
you, jhelum and kashmir

when at dawn the
rays of rising sun fall,
softly on the waking dreams
that i wrote on the banks
of jhelum
i am reminded of the serenity
that resides behinds the shyness
spilling from your smiles

when the night drops it veils
and the moonbeams
tremble upon the desires
of the deep blue waters
i think of the nearness
yet the distance we share.

jaana
my home is kashmir
and in my home there is a heart
and in the heart there is
an eternal flower
of love
that only blooms
in your eyes



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