O Cold Wind Poem by Prof Niamat Ali Murtazai

O Cold Wind

O cold winds, don't be so cruel,
With weak ones you have a duel.
You wear the mask of cunning fog
And heartless you are like a rogue.
Like an agent of death you plan,
You are one of subversive clan.
What's the benefit of your coldness
While fire of hatred is surplus.
O darling niece of hard winter ,
Don't become a death splinter.
Or you are the excess of love
And embrace us all lovers above.
You want to enter our warm blood
And come like a fast surging flood.
O wanton minx, don't be so fast
That we think your kiss, our breath last.
O cruel queen, who sits on throne
And toward atrocity is prone.
O fairy of blue mountain land,
You'r always with a charming band.