O careless, wandering, sanguine poet,
Have you forgotten your ways?
Do you even know what lays
At the core of your heart and sight
What language speaks your mind?
Does English drive your thoughts better?
Or does Urdu feels much more refined?
And yet you cannot escape, no matter,
That ineffable pull of native Kashmiri?
If you want to write a paean to her, now,
How would you do that – tell me,
Where from stems the warmth of your love?