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Heavenly Cemetery.
It has snowed!
Has it truly been where it is?
Is it on the trees?
Is it in the mountains?
No, not even on the meadows.
This snow has fallen on souls
and made them numb.
Men with guns wait for winter to arrive;
for them, you are a bonfire.
Kashmir is the heavenly cemetery.
The snow of Zabarwan Hills melts with the hope of calming the Dal.
Zabarwan cradles you every night;
it witnesses your wails.
Nishat and Shalimar wait for the grooms
to return before dawn.
They have thrown the dead in jehlum.
The zafran wasn't red;
it has turned red.
The Jehlum has a thousand stories to tell.
© handcuffedpoet
Has it truly been where it is?
Is it on the trees?
Is it in the mountains?
No, not even on the meadows.
This snow has fallen on souls
and made them numb.
Men with guns wait for winter to arrive;
for them, you are a bonfire.
Kashmir is the heavenly cemetery.
The snow of Zabarwan Hills melts with the hope of calming the Dal.
Zabarwan cradles you every night;
it witnesses your wails.
Nishat and Shalimar wait for the grooms
to return before dawn.
They have thrown the dead in jehlum.
The zafran wasn't red;
it has turned red.
The Jehlum has a thousand stories to tell.
© handcuffedpoet
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