Forzen Way Poem by Abrar Ajaz Wani

Wine bearer, bring the wine
Hold a glass onto me then,
I don't know reason for grief;
Or I want not to say of that
I have seen the frozen way,
With dead dark accompanying
Many were trapped, few were dead
On the mystic way, deep frozen down
There was the town of broken hopes
Screams coming out of broken dreams
Small children were naked in cold
On the frozen way I have seen
Grave of dreams, and pain too
I'm afraid now felt grief too
Too I have dreams and hopes
I fear they shan't be broken

Wine bearer, bring the wine
Hold a glass onto me then,
Maybe I too have to walk,
Over a road of frozen-
Thoughts, dreams and hopes,
Let me some heat of love
Some courage to fight
So shower the wine over me
Destroy my ego and self
Let me be a mad or a poet
Please foretell me my destiny
That I can make some changes
Or learn I've to be like that
Then I sought not any friendship
Of gardens and meadows
To make way over frozen way
Shan't I have to reconcile
To loneliness and deserts?