Kashmir


There will come a day when the
falling of the leaves will stop and
Spring will come.

The two selfish giants will stop
spitting fire across the fence dividing
the garden.

Where once spring was the
only season, now eternal Winter
rules and leaves fall day in
and day out.

Where once there was life and
nothing else, there
is now the breath of death in
every falling leaf.

Where once was Heaven, now
creatures of Hell move free with their
freezing breath.

But Spring again will come and
new buds will come out and children
will dance to the Saz under
the Chinar.

The musicians will come and string
the Saz of Life and the garden will be
Heaven again.

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