Frozen Days Poem by Naveed Akram

The freezing was the frozen one of the latter days,
Scene after scene digested the enterprise
Of wayward passes, along the mountainous wastes
Instigated by the natural trends of physicality.
Snowfall was the enemy of a detour so learned,
Hailstorms brought a present to the colourful storm,
So that sense after sensibility occupied my occupation.
Cold and hot was the bed of a room that collided with youth
Still in the air of the watery substances,
Conniving the dreams of the drawers opening
And shutting like weirdly delivered messages.