Introducing a poem, “Piper Of The Holy Land: Kashmir”

In My novel INTELLIGENCE CODE (to be published 2013), Kashmir is described as a heaven’s gate as well as a place for the ultimate peace for inter-religious communities including the Jews, Muslims, Hindus, and Buddhists.

To do that I quoted a poet’s poem about Kashmir in the chapter 57.


Please enjoy Waseem A Malla’s poem, “Piper Of The Holy Land: Kashmir” –

Piper Of The Holy Land: Kashmir

Far away in an unknown corner, 
God has carved with His own hand, 
Valleys that sink and mountains that do tower, 
Kashmir: a holy, spiritual and a sacred land; 

They say that a long time ago, 
Housing the forest, the snake and the viper, 
The mountains: the abode of snow, 
Asked the God to send a piper; 

To relieve the mountains of their inmates, 
As it was a burden too heavy to bear, 
That is, the snow, the dweller of the heights, 
Thus God decided in the mountains’ favor; 

The piper was sent down to this land, 
Speaking the nature’s all dialects, 
Over a pipe with a million mouths, utterly grand, 
The sparrows amplifying the koels’ effects; 

They piped in the mountains and the vales, 
Till the white gold began to melt, 
And elsewhere, where the cloud above sails, 
The mountains sighed as relieved they felt; 

The parrots’ squeaking, the sparrows’ chirping, 
Brought forth streams of water, fast and slow, 
And the koels’ singing all the spring, 
To this day, since infinity, makes them to flow; 

This Holy Land, full of nature’s pure magic, 
Now a burning land, then a green continent, 
With snow melted as in saintly logic, 
Houses the people with divine sentiment; 

Brings forth the Jhelum and the Lidder, 
And the Chenab and then the Indus, 
Countless streams, here and there, hither and thither, 
Flow in tranquility, and makes no fuss; 

The piper of the nature created them so, 
The rivulets of fresh water, rejuvenating, 
The streams fast and the brooks slow, 
Join these rivers, while culminating; 

These rivulets, streams and brooks, within, 
Of all sorts, they followed the piper, 
Resemble the rats of the Hamelin, 
In their attributes, they vary a cipher; 

The piper led them all the way, 
And took them into a cave, or sea, in a merry jeer, 
Travelling in the night and during the bright day, 
Into a land God named Kashmir/ Cashmere…

Waseem A Malla


About BJ Avilla

I am a pan-mythical thriller writer, mainly seeking for inter-religious communication, peace, and the view of relative truth. I am against all the perverted ideas and paradigms such as political Zionism and extreme nationalism as well as all types of colonialism, and religious and cultural elitism, which have been threatening world peace for many centuries. Thank you for visiting my blog.
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One Response to Introducing a poem, “Piper Of The Holy Land: Kashmir”

  1. BJ Avilla says:

    Thank you again, Waseem. Your poem gave me a real insight to the land of Kashmir!

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