The Frozen Bench Poem by Tawfeeq Hasan Khan

In a past frosty morning of a spent winter's day,
Those eternal memories in me will forever stay...
As when the winter will come the next year again,
It'll remind me of you and will melt my frozen pain...
How we walked down that snowy lane in blizzard of frost,
I held your hand in fear to find you nowhere or else lost...
We used to sit on a frozen bench of a kind,
Unaware of the silent death standing behind...
And you held me in your arms and told,
'To live here warmly, it's way too cold...'
These are my arms where you took your last breath,
It is that frozen bench where you met that silent death...
During end, it was my shoulder where you last did ever lie,
But I promise, I'll never let that frosty winter's day die...
It is that winter where you are and will be still alive for me,
What else more memorable than those winter days can be?
Oh my dear, it was that winter when we first ever met,
Unaware of few moments left for scintillating sun to set.
Even today I sit on that bench and remember each moment,
And, I feel that the other half of that bench is now vacant...