MY KASHMIR- MY WILL O’ THE WISP

On a solitary boulder amidst the idyllic snow clad mountains, sittingTo the rapturous and mellifluous music of cascading Vitista, listeningOver matters abstruse of this meandering and ephemeral life, pondering A staccato of gun fire in the far distance – my thoughts, disrupting When will this endless catalysmic upheavel end, before becoming all annihilatingHow will this…