In ❄️December's hush, love's whispers fade,
Lost in the chill, where memories cascade.
Alone amidst the falling frost, I stand,
A heart's echo in a wintry wonderland.
The air, it holds a bittersweet refrain,
Love's tender melody amid the waning pain.
Each snowflake falls, a silent plea,
For love to return, to set my spirit free.
The barren trees, they echo my plight,
Their branches yearning for love's soft light.
Yet in solitude, a quiet strength resides,
A space for love's essence to softly abide.
Alas, in love's absence, I find my grace,
A dance with solitude in this wintry space.
For in the cold, a warmth I've known,
Love's memory etched in frost's delicate tone.
So, I wait in December's tender embrace,
Where love and aloneness find their place.
For within this longing, a truth so clear,
Love's beauty shines, even in a single tear.
In the quiet of the falling snow's gentle art,
I embrace love's essence, stitched in my heart.
For in this waiting, in this wintry chill,
Love's whispers echo, undeterred, unstill.
And so, I'll linger amidst the falling snow,
Embracing love's essence, in its ebb and flow.
For in December's silent, frost-kissed air,
Love's essence thrives, beyond despair.
In this wintry tale of love and its embrace,
I find solace in the beauty of love's grace.
For even in aloneness, in this gentle waiting,
Love's presence lingers, forever captivating.
-Rashid Ali Ghazipuri