Man Of Ice Poem by Mohammad Mohi Uddin

Having a soothing kiss, she says- who can confer such infinite happiness- He's the undying human.

Experiencing abundant bloom of flowers with my miracle touch, she narrates- I'm the perpetual fragrance.

Creating a subterranean stream on the chest of rains, she addresses- It's a deathless man of dream.

Generating an affectionate oasis in the longest desert, she tells- I'm the eternal poet.

Observing my unquenchable flame of glory, she mentions- It's the indestructible daystar of Azure.

Seeing the utter defeat of the enemy's tent with my sharpened weapons of silence, she notes- I'm the imperishable sword.

Auditing the sharing of my melodious tone in the melancholic fair of humans, she expresses - I'm the authentic grammar of immortal love!

Throwing all the attractive titles, I utter- I'm the man of Ice; how can I carry such mythical names?
I'm being constantly melted by the heat of time.