A time when that border will fall – On Kashmir and Way Beyond

I dream of a time when that border will fall

and three brother countries

will be one under one flag,

the pride of an ancient mother,

many-breasted,

blessed with insight and benevolence,

loaded with millenarian experience,

rich with children of many a race and many a creed,

voted to excellence, scourning supremacy,

fit to lead the world softly

into a new age of freedom and peace for us all,

I dream of a time when all borders will fall.

The above in response to the following address from Mohammed Bugi Ansari:

In Keeping the Song ALIVE,
I am standing Like a Monument,
Burning in the Fire of Hope,

In Sharing, the candles in the Wind,

I seek shelter, Oh Kashmir,

My Mother Land,

I miss you, to be in the Hands of FAIRIES With Doves,

Flapping Freedom,

Like How DID the Pigeon

Fly away? asked the Mogul Prince,

Like this, said the princess, she let go the second

Priceless Bird, as well, that could spread

Peace and freedom, she envisioned, I long to see you

Once, again free.

Peaceful and full of Honesty,

My Own Kashmir, so i can

Feed Murgh e zarin with Pearls of Purity,
Don’t

Let these opportunities

Go to waste cried the bosoms, of

Divided lines that were erected long

Before the division of sentiments, how many

Walls you will

Build, i will fly

Over them you can’t reach there

Sky

Is my Limit,

Let me Go

Freedom

Is all I seek,

Among the Clutches.

Mohammed Bugi, written on 23 March, 2011