Bitter Cold Morning Poem by Mohammad Younus

Bitter cold morning,
Ice cold air,
sneaks in stealthily,
the unseeable silts,
In window pans,
iceman in anger,
blows straight,
at my head,
freezes my nose,
I seek refuge in fear,
hide deep down,
under the warm quilt,
wonderful dream!
I become an ice-cream,
just like an icicle,
I think of homeless,
my eyes got fixed,
on a watchman,
on the opposite side,
snoring in his sleep,
on the doorstep of a shop,
under a wornout light quilt,
Vapours coming out,
making a warm aura,
around the contented head.

Mykoul