ON A SNOWY NIGHT

On a snowy night, everything is silent, but the cracking of the delicate branches of the trees.
Snow water flows slowly, making streams in the newly-dug land.
Muddy walls become soft and the dreams fall with each falling of snow.
Birds’ horizons are restricted and the deaths are common.

No light but darkness prevails.
The lonely dog doesn’t bark on a lonely field.
Wild animals move in search of food and shelter, frightening the already frightened people.
Thatched roofs drip round drops of melted snow to make holes in the powdery snow.

Icicles remind me of the period when everything was serene.
Dreams fail in a short moment while the hurt remains.
The snowflakes kiss the earth to teach us, real love.
A long wintry night seems endless, while the cold creeps in slowly to warm itself.

The rooster raises its voice to wake the dead
And the wolves, unable to find their prey, howl dreadfully.
The “Adhan” is full of grief and pain
And the devotees prefer sleep to prayer.
On a snowy night, everything is still but silence.