Did you see me, watch the snow
Fall gently and delicately,
From the cerulean sky?
I blew the smoke from the cigarettes,
That wound up in hypnotic spirals
The warmth that khaki uniforms couldn’t find.
My hand rested upon the gun
The murdering weapon that hid behind labels
Of nationalism and protection
And when the shots rang out
Both sides attacked
Sherry eyes that watched unfeeling
And shivering hands that pulled the trigger
Without a second thought
Of remorse or rationality.
And when the bullets ceased to fly
The bodies were dragged away
I sat back down to watch the icy snow
that had turned red.
Did you see the breaking news,
On flashing television screens?
The news of the line of control
At cold and icy Kashmir.
Did you see the snow that fell?
From the starry skies.
It fell over both sides of the fence,
Where both Pakistanis and Indians reside…