A Witness
Meandering through
With a burden
Of a day
The dark beauty blossomed.
Through the land of
Silenced people
Enforcing
A beautiful uncertainty.
A memory like
A corpse, transcending
Curling smoke the only speaker
From a blossoming graveyard.
Over the planes and peaks
Those nights, snow cuddled red
A cry
Forever muted by death.
A tender silence
Sweet like a winter night
Forced by a security
Bordering, the ominous land.
A maple gunned down
Smeared red
Cushioning an acquitted soul
Sprinkling a silhouetted serenity.
Sunset shadow, dead sorrow
And an abyss adored
Over the banks of Jehlum
A witness of a massacre.
