Kashmir I thought of you
while walking in Bombay
But that was in a dream too
Where, then, am I?
This morning, unexpectedly
A friend wrote to me
Of artichokes dipped in butter
That he had eaten in Srinagar
That tasted like a dream
How do I tell him
That Srinagar itself
Is the stuff of dreams now
And that
You cannot revisit a dream, at will
