POSTCARD FROM GULMARG

A dull orange lulled me to dream
Of saffron boiling in Samovars
On the streets of Gulmarg.

a convoy seems to scream 
in hushed hues of gunmetal
on the streets of gulmarg

Pamposh, yi josh kate chut onmut?
Lotus, wherefrom comes this zeal of yours?

Yours Carelessly,
A Postcard from Gulmarg