The Month Of December Poem by Dr Shamim Ali

The Month of December
In Quetta city where snow abounds,
December came with icy sounds.
A winter's chill, so sharp and clear,
Announcing that the end of year is near.

It was on this cold and wintry morn,
That a precious baby girl was born.
Wrapped in red velvet, snug and warm,
Her mother gave her a name to adorn.

'Guriya, ' she whispered, with love and pride,
As she held her newborn daughter close by her side.
The snow outside, a blanket of white,
Mirrored the purity of this new life.

December's chill did not deter
The warmth of love that filled the air.
In Quetta city, amidst the snow,
A family's love continued to grow.

Years have passed, but the memory stays,
Of that December day, so bright and gay.
Of a mother's love, so pure and true,
And a daughter's beginning, fresh and new.

Now the snow still falls in Quetta town,
And December brings its wintry crown.
But the memory of that special day,
Will forever live on, come what may