The day ice turned red

On an evening, a cold winter evening
My twin brother and I went to play
we'd had to lie to get our way
we traipsed up the slopes
of the silent snowy mountain
the place that our mother had forbidden
We went to break our boredom


Strands of fabrics in our hands
weaving in and out, all day
Oh, not for us, no chance
Pashmina for folks, far away
With no coeval to play around
Me and my only companion
we traipsed up the slopes
of the mysterious snowy mountain
the place that our mother had forbidden
We went to break our boredom

Neither dawn nor dusk
the day was undecided
The wind was reluctant
The wild fauna were recalcitrant
We knew not what lurked in them
We just went to break our boredom
Our favourite game, with the toy gun
Our mother hated that one
we ran, jumped and yelled
our excitement could not be quelled
But suddenly my day turned dark
not the sky, but my life became stark

My brother was way too fast
He was tough to chase
He climbed on a rock
I was too tired to even walk
Then came a noise too shrill
I felt in my spine, a chill
At that moment. time froze
My brother came rolling down
With a gut wrneching groan
I rushed to him but he...
he was way too fast
I can still hear his labored breath
It was the day white turned red
The day ice melted into blood


Darkness was closing in
I couldn't see what he was mouthing
Our war was just for fun
We did not maliciously tote a gun
We either welcomed playmates
or declined politely
We didn't drag them in
we didn't kill them randomly
My impotent anger was seething
but tears cleared everything
I decided never to set foot again
On that cursed snowy mountain
the place that our mother had forbidden
where We'd gone to break our boredom
on the day ice melted into blood


Time trickled and snaked to the present
Now I understand
My mother's words
Now I understand
Why I had no other playmates