A Homage to Rahul Pandita

Reading your stories and poems,
We start living in your world.
We want to fly to places you visit,
To write our stories and poems.
We feel like flapping our arms
To fly away on wings.
(But our jackets weigh heavy on shoulders)

We smell the scent of the Narcissus
In the meadows of the valleys of Kashmir.
We can see the trees standing
In the streets and bazaars,
We can feel the sting of chill breeze
On our cheeks on cold wintery days.

The twinkle of your burning cigarette in the dark,
The twinkle of stars in the skies of Kashmir,
We see all those even on a cloudy day.
You make us flow with your feelings,
You make us move when you move.
So absorbed do we get
We feel we are always with you.

Your writings are gift to us,
We are all grateful to you.

(Using words and phrases of Heather)