A War Of Spring

In the streets of Kashmir,

Rahman told the herbivore tasted war

The sheep with blood in its jaw

And the last fire extinguished from the

Burden of anguish wind, and drenched

The man of the absent continent

As in the break of a cold summer

Saw the tigers lingered to the pollute lifelessly

Then the god thrashed his rope to those half dead

And parched men were blinded from light

The night consume in the nocturnal seas

You were too a hail as if betrayed from water

But the land dehydrated in front of us

So we may meet again after acid

Until a war breaks out spring

Like a flower which breaks to fruit

And the white mother crushes a seed from her belly

'We may meet again after the living war'

Rahman drowned in grief.