Comments about Perveiz Ali
When I Was Young
When I was young, Winter was an inspiration,
It fashioned my dreams, affected my inclination,
Had me yearning for a character, pure as snow,
Spring and its green, diminished Winter's glow,
Summer's heat, changed the frosty theme,
And now I despair, what did Winter mean?
Autumn flashed through with cool breezes
Thoughts of Winter resurfaced with my sneezes.