January poem

January is our two-faced Janus
Who is rocking back and forth.

But seeds of blood are planted
In pearl-white Himalaya snow.

We ask two-faced Janus to tell,
With a green nowhere in sight,

If spring’s Kalashnikovs bloom
Their flowers on Kashmir white.

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