Winter Poem by Md. Ziaul Haque

From the womb of Mother Nature,
Has appeared the winter,
To perform its task momentarily,
A blessing for some and a curse for many.

Winter has its unique, sweet odour,
In addition to smog as its figure,
The rich can afford expensive shield,
To fight against it but the poor merely yield.

Winter triumphs over the street-dwellers,
And those struggling snake charmers,
The slum occupiers scattered almost far and wide,
Never can they enjoy winter, neither can they hide.

Winter happens to make some farmers smile in gladness,
As it gifts them with crops alive with brightness,
Some of us pray to the Almighty to let it depart faster,
Some others especially children want it to linger.

Nature has its own laws to abide by,
A reincarnation occurs after each ephemeral goodbye,
And so the cycle works akin to a Sufi whirling,
We have to meet winter being eager or unwilling.