Maple trees and snow
Fire and water
Images conjured up in the mind,
of a teenager, refusing to yield
to the purging effect of time.
A forest of identical trees,
turning into the colours of fire in autumn,
with the leaves becoming orange,
red, yellow and brown ,
resembling a forest on fire.
The deep seated desire to witness
that scene of profound beauty,
awe inspiring, mesmerizing,
inspired by the accidental reading
of part of an obituary wherein
a woman expressed her desire
to have her ashes strewn over
the maple trees in Kashmir valley
the land of celestial beauty
now turned into the land of strife
engendering fear and apprehension
as one plans a visit
narrow territorial issues
posing hindrance that nothing can override
The unfulfilled longing still tugs
at the strings of the heart
A visit to the nearby Jammu
has only set ablaze the desire
to step into snow and stroll through
the maple tree groves
Waffles with maple syrup is a delightful dish.
Maple sweets are yummy too.
The taste lingers and sets on a craving
to be amidst the trees and feel the fulfillment
of a wish, a dream, a fantasy.
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