Sanjay Kaul

In my dreams, I go,
Where my home is,

It is a gorgeous place,
With mountains, rivers, and lakes

Everywhere you see,
You find beauty in plenty,

God has been gracious,
Nature has been kind,
It is a beautiful place with Muslims having no mind.

From across the borders mercenaries come,
With dark clouds of hatred and killings on their mind,

They humiliate us, they killed us,
They drove us out,

With Amarnath high up on top,
Tulmul, Hari Parbat, and Shankaracharaya in the valley,
I hope God is keeping a tally.

Some brothers are dead, some are out of their mind,
Some are in everlasting bind,

We have to use our mind,
Stay together, and help in cash and kind,

For we have to go back,
Where our soul is.

- Copyright © - 1998 by Sanjay Kaul

I had to go, I was driven out,
My sweet, my beautiful motherland Kashmir.

No one knows the sorrow I feel,
No words can ever tell,

My joy will find fulfillment with my return,
My sweet, my beautiful motherland Kashmir.

Miles away I sense your touch,
Through time I sense your smell,

No world would deny my return,
To you my sweet, my beautiful Kashmir.

Destiny reserves a place for us,
Together for all to tell,

United again, no time to keep,
Forever my sweet, my beautiful motherland Kashmir.

- Copyright © - 1998 by Sanjay Kaul