Putrid, like burnt ice
Stale breath of winter night
Rose from the freezing ground
Spreading up to the trees' heights
The sheet of stars over the velvet sky
Dimmed and fogged by the sighing air
Twinkling with half-hearted shine
Hardly visible to the earthly eye
The rising fumes of cold
Knitted in the white tresses
Of snow-decked trees
Obliterated the distant outlines
Of houses with a warm fire
In the misty light of street lights
He walked with steps wary and shy
With his hands clutching the woolen warmth
Inside the pockets of his new overcoat
A surprise gift from a golden heart
To lessen the suffering of homelessness.
Nosheen Irfan © 2016
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Hi Nosheen, This poem I had read long back and revisited now. I have seen people living in the streets of Delhi suffer the cold during winter. A true picture you have drawn here. Communicated to my heart directly. Congrats.10.
You have painted a picture of rich quality my friend!
'The rising fumes of cold, Knitted in the white tresses, Of snow-decked trees' is simply beautiful. Vivid description of a cold night of winter. Keep inking.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A vivid and touching expression has been made on cold weather and nature. I want to cite..... The sheet of stars over the velvet sky Dimmed and fogged by the sighing air Twinkling with half-hearted shine Hardly visible to the earthly eye Brilliant poem indeed.10