December Poem by S.anas Hussain (altair)

Lying in the midst of December. 
Now it is not as I used to remember.
Turing the pages of life, from where it is found.
Back to the time where i didn't look sound.
Now The cold touches me as it is still summer.
And the winter forget to give me a glimpse.
I felt a shallowness in the winds.
Same as I found it to be in me.
Now I learned, for every day is not the same.
Every winter doesn't give the rain.
So for this change, now who is to be blamed.
It's the nature responsible is what we claims.
But what of those who love the blossom air.
Is there anyone for them to care.
As they love not the man less but nature more.
They dream of the world one like before.
Where the beautiful rivers used to gush as pure as white.
Where there was a relief in the moon less night.
Where the utter dark sky use to blink with lights.
Shall they be in a dreadful fain.
For they have the greater pain.
As they love not the man less but nature more.