Waseem A Malla (Radbugh Srinagar(Jammu and Kashmir))

There on the summit of a hillock,
I waited for my muse to inspire a song;

And she came with a musing so bright,
It painted the valleys with snow, all white;

The red embers groaned in my Kangri,
Within my shivering being & cold body;

My Pheran keeping me safe and warm,
Settling in Kashmir is the winter's charm;

All the mountain, farm, house & hill,
Were deep frozen in the winter chill;

The snow sandwiched between heaven & earth,
Smeared on my lips an eternal mirth;

The icicles from the roof-edges, hanging-
A feast for the mouth: numb & napping;

A divine bliss for the innocent hearts-
The sledgy slopes, with some bumpy parts;

Giving the urchins a roller-coaster ride,
Falling back two with every up-stride;

The rays of the sun, so weak and cold,
Are like secrets which clouds unfold;

The blanket of snow hiding the land,
Makes my Kashmir look heavenly grand...

© Waseem A Malla
Srinagar Kashmir