Snowy Night Of Quetta Poem by Dr Shamim Ali

I miss the snowy night of Quetta,
When the world turned into a magical vista,
Watching from my window with delight,
As snowflakes fell from the sky all night.

The cold would seep into my bones,
But I never felt more at home,
Wrapped up in a cozy blanket,
Watching the snow fall like it was sacred.

The city would be draped in white,
A tranquil scene in the still of night,
A wonderland that was hard to resist,
As snowdrifts piled up, layer upon layer, in our midst.

The snow brought a sense of calm,
As we huddled around the fire with our palm,
Gazing out at the silent world outside,
A beauty that was hard to hide.

Oh, Quetta, my birthplace, I miss you so,
The memories of the snowy nights, my heart aglow,
I long to be back, to feel that chill once more,
To watch the snowflakes dance and explore.

Until then, I hold onto these memories tight,
And dream of snowy Quetta with all my might,
A place that will always hold a special place,
A reminder of the beauty of winter's grace.