Winter Solstice

It came unexpectedly

Few people walked 

Below the gleam moon

Shivering beneath their fur coat

I stood trying to figure 

A black contorted image

Down the yellow orbs

On a restless red dune

Which I stared

As they passed

Waving a friendly gesture

Greeting me with unknown tongue

Still I am naive as they spoke Urdu
Arabic and Punjabi
I on plain universal language

Nostalgic longed 

From this dry winter cold 

Consumed at certain pause

Not far from the clustered bush

Hears a lone bird lark

Singing gently on that shade

Howling at desert breath
Tonight... winter startled

Herbert Siao
Kingdom of Saudi Arabia

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