O Cold Bloved ! Poem by Prof Niamat Ali Murtazai

I love you day and night all the long year
You may not get angry I have the fear.

You are shrinking in your size I think
At this thought I become pale from pink.

Sweaty summer is not liked by my eyes
In spite of kindling beams passion dies.

I wait for you with eyes, heart and body
Though you are a bit wayward rowdy.

You cherish long nights and dwarf days I know
Veiled of fog you wear to move to and fro.

I wish to embrace you with full force
But I have to check my careless course.

Your icy touch can soothe all my warm blood
I'll become cold and motionles like dead wood.

You will then resort to some other one
Chill of fear through me begins to run.

My passion seems fake and frustrated
Like trodden dust I am depreciated.

Hot tea and woolly dress provide me first aid
Like light straw I feel like a humble maid.

I profess I love you but you don't love me
Out of you love's net I'll be never free.

In your embrace I begin to shiver
At once stops surging passions river.

Your kiss brings tears in my waiting eyes
I don't know which of the desires dies.

O Cold Beloved come to meet at noon
Though for moments and depart soon.

Bless me your company in warm sunshine
Do come! for you the whole year I pine.