Poem of Pains
Ye white, white foam!
December welcome,
I have waited for long, long hours, days, and months
finally, you are here, December!
But she is not in the sight,
Her white hands, white like you
and her red cheeks, red like wine
Both are missing in this time
Why have you come alone?
I have waited for a life
And got cold, fever, and pains
pains that break every inch in me
I laugh with every break, with every sigh
It reminds me of her,
This December is only white, white everywhere
And I miss the redness, redness of sensation, love, and warmth
Don’t worry December,
I will make you red,
red with my blood
But what shall I do?
It lacks the flow
You have frozen me, she is my glow
She is missing, redness is missing
We shall wait, December,
For another December, to have her,
And to have the redness, redness of my life.
By Israr Khan
