Winter And Writer Poem by Fatima Zehra

In the midnight, when whirling smoke smells strong
When the heart is perfumed in a nostalgic odour
The queen of dark; night, allows the peace to saintly rule
But popular singers; the crickets, club and clap together
Either to annoy a writer or to defend a lover in winter
Winter, which prompts to chalk and magnify intensity
And to cluster the amusing anecdotes many winters old
On those benches near the roadside cafes and railways
Tumbler cups in grip and souls immortally sip coffee
Near the decorated tree of Christmas, or candles in temples
There are readers with flare of passion in pearly eyes
There are story-tellers, one's grandpa and grandma
Far, covered in shawl, a lover beseeches her jasmine to stay
Familiar air fervently evokes spirit of friendship and hunger
Then even dispersed friends, circle on the table at Dhaba
A sweet murmur of one pal leads to the babble of all and;
Goblets of hot soup in palms, melts the frigidity in nerves
Locked in room, student counts days for hardwork to pay
Haunted by walls, Is also a girl who composes couplets
Broken yet strong, Unbreakable who once was named
Buried in blanket with glasses, a bookworm romances
Mother sprinkles love and turmeric in milk, quick to heal
Peanuts and chocolates meet the desire for snacks
Soulful is song which wolves sing over the mountains
Lonely is that cloud like me which surrounds the hill peak
Life even beats in fishes under frozen water, but not in me
Black tiles of piano, strings of violin rapture and ruptures
Philosophers contemplates, Doctors care for blood pills
Lovers yearn for satisfying cuddle, siblings crack jokes
Politics also freezes, Troops triumph over vile
God comes close to the believer, feathers the trembler
But a writer embraces the shake even being mindless
For, it's December; he plunges into beloved's memory
Remarks the cruelty of separation, suffers in cold wind
The dead of graves are acquainted to his singularity
Writing thou wavers but to calm the intense pain, WRITES
Refuses to surrender, remembers frost's words, moves on
For he has to cover, guard and shelter fearless naked beings;
Inhabiting the cold earth, but still are in harmony with what they own..