Poetry
Yemberzal
Strange Rumours Of Spring
Written by Syed Mustafa Ahmad Content Writer
Strange rumours of spring are everywhere. After a long winter, contentment was what we had hoped for. But spring has become autumn to devour our bruised bodies more. In place of strong blossoms, the fragile blossoms are bleeding profusely. The ground is toxic and the air is full of the smell of fresh blood. Doves are nowhere to be seen while the unruly hounds are on prowl. In the mud houses, the old mothers are waiting for their lost ones. In broken cups, they have poured their blood into them. They want them to come once and quench their unquenchable thirst. The simple beds of torn rugs are decorated for them. Their sons will sleep in their laps and will never feel in want. There are strange rumours of spring. The Jhelum looks gloomy, Dal is grasping for breath, Doodh Ganga is full of unrecognizable bodies. On the mountains, red snow is omnipresent. Powdery snow is sunk at many places to divert the informer's attention. Winds of death are blowing harshly. Fragile houses are crumbling. Here, rumours of spring are strange.
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