In Winter (Ghazal) Poem by Nazim ZarSinner

Hill is dry, if it's thundering so loud in winter,
Can it really pour some rain, the weird cloud, in winter?

Ice is falling and my near-dead body waits for help
I have golden memories and iced shroud in winter

Cold hearts cannot understand what is the worth of words
Why my icy feelings are feeling proud in winter?

Life's present as an 'x' in breath-taking Algebra
Summer waves are equations and cold's groud° in winter

When they flutter their feathers, I hear they sing of joys
Himalaya is adorned with the birds' croud°° in winter

My fingers have lost sensations, everything is cold
In Kashmir, no one can see the flowing bloud°°° in winter