Winter's Veil Poem by Mohammad Younus

Winter's veil—
The winter is cold,
Freezing streams in mid-song,
Their crystalline tongues silenced,
Paused between breath and flow.

The majestic Chinar,
Stripped of autumns blazing flames,
Stands bare—yet its feet untrembling,
A steadfast lover beneath the moon.

Midnight weeps silver,
Tears threading the sky's veil,
As stars, like cloistered sufis,
Withdraw into the cloaked retreats.

Vineyards kneel in reverence,
Robed in silverwhite ceremonial garb,
Snow resting like prayer beads—
Moonlight radiating the faces.

Sunflowers, tulips, and roses,
Entombed beneath soft petals of frost,
Dream vivid echoes of spring's return—
Their slumber holy, awaiting resurrection.

Yet in this hush of winter,
Love's hymn softly unfurls,
Blooming as snowflowers of light,
Kindling the dark chambers of earth—
Golden rose shimmers cradling the night.

The soul, a flame in quiet ascent,
Travels through veiled corridors,
Drawn to eternal shores where spring is eternal—
Where the divine, robed in dawn's silk,
Releases the songs eulogising its own beauty—
And winter, once exile,
Becomes a threshold to the tajalli of Whole.

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