Amid The Winds Of December Poem by Muhammad Shanazar

(On The Departure of December,2008)

December departs from us,
But is unwilling to depart,
The winds blow,
They shed; they blow the yellow leaves,
And they waft with the gusts
As if weightless, strengthless,
And sightless too.

The blows drive them to and fro,
Now they move ahead, then they stop,
As if they stop to relax or look behind
With wonder and coyness,
To Nature undressing like a nude,
Uncovering, exposing a bitter reality:
Pleasing to the lascivious hearts,
But pungent to the ascetics.

They are reluctant,
Hesitant in stepping ahead
As if they are imagining
That the known world is sweeter
Than that of the unknown,
Whether wrapped in the shroud of doubts,
Or in the silky sheets of faith.

They whisper in rustling sounds,
To one another,
As if they discern the secrets of
Mortality and immortality,
Finity and infinity,
Certainty and uncertainty;
But amid the winds of December,
Man stands all alone with murky thoughts,
On the bare rock of the world,
Indifferent, unconcerned to the change,
With ever increasing craze
And fear of future,
Heaping around Himself
The piles of wealth, the mounds of weapons.