Aadil Ghulam Bhat

On the bridge of Jehlum, where memories flow, I stand by the banks  in June's gentle glow. Under the chinar tree, with its branches wide, I don my phiran, where tears can no longer hide. Oh, Kashmir, once adorned with nature's grace, Now stained by turmoil, a tragic, sorrowful chase. Your lost beauty, a lament upon my tongue, Echoing through valleys where once joy had sprung. The Jehlum, once a mirror of serenity and peace, Now reflects the pain, the struggle, the ceaseless lease. But inserted the tears and the lingering despair, Hope sprouts like wildflowers in the mountain air. For Kashmir, my beloved, I weep and yearn, Aching for the day when your beauty will return. May peace descend upon your valleys, serene and pure, And may your lost splendour, one day, be restored. Under the chinar tree, I offer my prayer, That your skies may clear, and your people repair. Through the echoes of tears, may laughter resound, And Kashmir's lost beauty, once again, be found....

Oh breeze, so metaphorical and free,  Carry my plea, oh hear my plea. By the sea, she stands alone,  Amidst the vast expanse unknown.  Her gaze fixed on the distant shore,  Yearning for what lies in store. Consonance sings a sweet serenade,  Last love letter on dreams we laid. Enjambment, a bridge of words,  For emotions to flow like birds,  From line to line, without a pause,  A journey through poetic laws. Echo undying, Verse to verse,  Forever ringing, No need to rehearse. Each step I take, draws me near,  A path of stones, guiding clear. Her heart's shore, fearless and clear. Words adorned with symbols so fine,  Red roses, passion that will forever shine. A river of heartfelt desire,  The quill's ink flows with fire.  Words spill out in endless streams,  A poet's heart, a writer's dreams. Love, a testament so true,  Consuming all like fire do. The poet's pearl, my last words to you. ©The last letter.....poem...