Tamha ausum ghari be ghashae

After thirty-six years of forced exile, Dr. Jeewan Rawal returns — not just to a place, but to a question. In Ghari Whaepsi, he walks the streets he once knew, finds strangers living in his home, searches for soulmates and finds only a few, watches his community confined and unheard, and asks the world, stanza by stanza, whether a place can still be called home when you must search for its door, its name, its very address. Written in Kashmiri and offered here with its English meaning, the poem is at once a lament and a prayer — ending not in despair but in the quiet resolve that Mata Sharda whispered to him in a dream: do not feel dejected, wake up and march on.