O Wintry Nights ! Poem by Prof Niamat Ali Murtazai

O wintry nights, daughters of some charmer
Ye change bright sky into murky harbor.
Ye seem to be full of conspiracy,
Thy silence hides from us deep privacy.
Mysteriously like hermits of old age
Ye convert the world into a close cage.
Thy coldness alludes to sheer heartlessness,
Puts into Death’s icy arms thy sweet caress.
Ye seem conducive to love and romance,
Like strong wine, such passions ye enhance.
Ye seem to hate spring and colors bright,
Like red- alert army, ye wait for fight.
Ye seem to have worn thy armor and all
And a great regiment at thy beck and call.
Or ye are memories of the far gone past
That we have lost in this universe vast.
Thy silent confusion reflects my mind,
Where I get lost and never myself find.
Or ye throw gauntlet to summer’s proud noon,
Or bring for exhausted laborers sweet boon.