By Tabussum Sumaiya

Trembling twilight chills as shadows lengthen wide,
Where dying sunsets bow and hidden terrors bide.
Wild silhouettes drift lonely in the night’s cold clutch,
While frost weaves silver veins through fields of grass.

Through brittle flakes, the cold of ages crawls in the dark,
Where buried bones of old remorse outlast their mark.
An icy epoch where life breathes its last,
And grief, unmoving, keeps its silent watch alone.

Perpetual longing wanders through this frozen maze,
Where months are winters, veiled in ashen haze.
The snow descends in a spectral tide across the plain,
As distant shapes emerge through curtains of sleet and rain.

The west wind sighs December’s sharp bitter breath,
And bends the land toward stillness, close to death.
Beyond the hail and all the specters of despair,
Blurred eyes search on for a light still there,

For hearts can bear the longest night, the deepest gloom,
And keep alive the hidden seed of springtime bloom.
When dawn at last breaks through the veil of night,
The frozen earth remembers how to turn toward light.

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Tabussum Sumaiya is a Lecturer in the Department of English at Northern University Bangladesh.