Poetry

Poetry: Kaltooncha, the Kashmiri Kingfisher

Hey you!
Look at my water tinged wings,
Know that I can dive better than most.
I live high up in the mountains of promise,
They call it the abode of saints.

Lake placid opens itself to me,
My beak is the ‘key’ to its treasures.
I survive because some piety remains,
Around this water of Indus,
Shrouded by the Valley of highlanders.

I sing you a fishy bird song,
The lyrics of my watery life.
Hear the tweets of waters gushing,
and streams dancing.
Yes! you are right,
This poetry comes from within.

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