Man from Kashmir
He was not Muslim, he was not Buddhist, he was not Sikh and he was not a Terrorist,
He was just a man from Kashmir.
His white hair cap his head like glacier.
He was tall like Nanga Parbat and when I embraced him,
I sensed the touch of glorious Quran In his fatherly arms,
I sensed spirituality of Geeta in his warm closeness,
I sensed holiness of Bible wrapped up in his silver fleece like beard greasing against my cheek.
And when he opened his mouth,
He spoke language seraphic,
Stollen by Northern Pintail duck who snatched words in the air and flew over the top of river Jhelum to write songs on rivers and lakes of beautiful Kashmir.
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