By Zeenat Iqbal Hakimjee
Editor’s Note: Zeenat Iqbal Hakimjee lives in Rawalpindi. She writes poetry not only from the heart but also from the mind.
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Poets of Rawalpindi (English Poetry)
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Zeenat Sahiba,
Winter months bring poems to your lips and drizzle for a day or two, but down memory lane reminds me of cold wintry winds coming from Margalla, forcing us to wear coat over coat, fingers covered with gloves, doors covered with padded curtains, where once in ten years flakes of snow poured from heaven and disappeared on touch———-Zeenat Madam put it in your words?
Regards,
Kjs
A fanciful poetic thought which takes you momentarily away for a while from the drudgery of present day stressful life. A good piece of poetry.
Wish it were so but alas, the load-shedding keeps that dream from realization 🙂
Sir, You are in Canada, safe from the menace of load shedding. 🙂
Good poem, enjoyed it in the February rain.