THE SNOW COVERED TREE
I passed along that tree;
From bottom to top it was all covered with snow.
Under the moon beautifully it did glow.
I looked at him, he looked at me.
Beautiful it looked in the blanket of snow.
I kept staring as it didn't remain same.
More snow came, more beautiful it became.
I wanted to remain, but I had to go.
Many days passed and the snow was no more.
I remembered that tree and away I went.
There was some other tree not the one I meant.
The beauty was gone the snow it just wore.
The tree what actually it was stood before me bent.
Standing all bare with its real face;
Of beauty what I said there wasn't a trace.
Knowing what actually it was away I went.
(IMAD UL ISLAM)