A wondrous stroll

             A wondrous Stroll

 

And must blow softly, that icy gale,

Over mountains, hills and the vale,

Night to fall, I’d quickly plodded on,

Into silence, I wert so gently drawn.

 

And an icy drift, must tardily blow,

On my face, to beat the flaky snow,

My flowing breaths, trailed behind,

Glare of snow, the glower to blind.

 

In dank and cool, the moonlit night,

I beheld wrens, on the twigs alight,

To the whistling wind, carol a song,

Meditating alone, I’d trekked along.

 

Away from the mankind, far away!

Amidst icy gales, I’d loved to sway,

Yon and afar, O my wanton glance!

In a misty blank, I eyed flakes dance.

 

On the virgin snow, gallantly I trod,

A tear froze, one gem never flawed,

Never a stir, only my fervent muse;

None must pass by, my secret clues.

 

 

 

My boundless shelter, ’neath the sky,

On a white hassock, I didst easily lie,

Of lithe twigs, a counterpane I’d built,

Sprawling ‘neath, one cool snowy quilt.

 

The night crawled, at the snail’s pace,

Shadows played, with ambrosial grace,

The beauty revealed, naked and stark,

When dawn broke; with a singing lark.

 

The alien bustle, my eyes open wide!

Fancy and muse on wings, wits aside,

To tunes of a warble, my heart’s beat

Pounding to my throat, I loved greet!

 

I feasted my eyes, on a dappled quail,

Enchanting hymns, of the Maker’s ale;

The sweeping beauty; may don my life,

Wondrous stroll, the rumors were rife!

 

 

By Dr. Riaz Ahmad, May 25, 2026