"Pray tell,
what be this strange breeze
that does so gently blow,
so gently does it kiss
my eyes & ears?
Methinks, 'tis the air of my land,
my land so far away,
so far away
over the distant ocean,
I didst this morn wave farewell
to my country
of the green hills and sleeping valleys.
Mayhap,
in the weeping of the winter
I shall return to my land
of gentle mists and soft rains..."*



©Rangzeb Hussain