The fruit trees under which we pranced
In our tremulous eyes love ballads sung
Last autumn there
Humans lay hung.

The music of the land
Throbbing pain
Cold despair
Wintry refrain.

Springtime fruit blooms feared less the rain
Then did Abel his brother Cain.

Warm warm summer
Too warm, too warm
Hot rivers of blood in spate
Meadow and bower specked with hate.

The music of the land
Screams
Death ensconced dilated eyes
Silent.

Can't caress your Seasons
Have lost you My Land
Raised no fist
Have lost my hand.

My music
How shall I weep  for Thee
Do you ever
Weep for me?

~Cashmeeri~

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