~ “What is Snow for you?” ~

My Silent Muse

Standing close to the window pane,
She cleared openings over vapory glass.
Watching hordes of white bird feathers,

Scattering over earth in invading snow.
Looking towards a heavy bosomed sky in silent sighs,
She muttered in breaking lips
“What does this snow mean to you?”
He had sunk into a distant corner of the room,
Far from the vapor window, retreating to his own warmth.
“Snow” he replied “is the scurry of people.
Snow is the recluse of home,
the enforcement of peace over disputed boundaries”
She closed her heavy eyelids that were lined in sharp black.

“What is snow for you” he asked looking away from her form,
That had drawn a long veil shaped shadow,
Over a tall window glass.
She raised both her palms and pressed them over a cold window,
Like seeking an open prayer on days,
when even God seemed to have forgotten ‘His forsaken’.

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About ان کی گلیوں میں

Pro-Khilafa. Anti-Democrate. Student of Political Math. Occassional Cook. Writer.
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