It Snows For Us- A Poem By Shujaat Hussain


Feathery cotton-orbs
fall down gently
from the heaven,
concealing the crimson-woods,
they throw shapes on the layers 
of atmosphere, chuckling;
a flake adores the sacrifice
of a mother, consoling.

It's a delay in the mourning:
the Chinar can see
the frosted-land below;
dead leaves are nowhere, and
nowhere are the graves.

About Poet: 
Shujaat Hussain from Budgam

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