ONE POEM ,FOUR PHOTOGRAPHS AND FOUR SEASONS OF KASHMIR

                                                                               (  SPRING )

                                                                              ( SUMMER )

                                                                              ( AUTUMN  )

                           

                                                               ( WINTER )     


TO THESE PHOTOGRAPHS  I ADD MY POEM 


 (Some One Again At The Door )

Some one again at the door !
Again speaking softly 
“ Is any one over there ?
Look ! I come this way.”
. Soft Knocks ! Gentle Low tone voice again seeks me 
“ Are you there ?” 
In excitement I think of 
Roses ,Smiles , Seasons , Colours , Birds and Sky .
Sitting in my closed room ,
I am undecided about opening the window.
My heart throbs fast with new combinations .
It puts an awkward question to me 
“ Why don’t you have what you sought ?
Go and welcome ,
Roses , Smiles , Seasons , Colours , Birds and Sky. ”
But then another voice within me declares loudly 
“It needs courage to look your own face in the mirror, 
You Clumsy Barber !
You talk of writing Meghdoota but write nothing .
You talk of Painting Gurenica But paint nothing ,
You talk of playing delightful Notes on Sitar but scatter pain alone .
Come this way , 
let me write this insignia of suffering on your forehead .
You should get what you deserve ”

(Autar Mota )

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