A POEM BURIED IN SNOW
poet – Ayub Khawar
In a square cottage in the middle
Of a snow-covered terrain
I sit wrapped in a worn-out blanket of the night
And there,
at one corner
Is placed
a tray made of burnt clay
On it, flickers an appalling lamp.
The shrill of the sand laden
Windrush through the slits of the doors another corner,
pegged deep, dark silence
That sheathed the flickering glow
From the daring eyes of the wind.
But, still,
I do not know
What sunk down in the snow
Was it me or the dying flame of the lamp.