When the Snow Queen decides to turn her wrist
To take a peek at her watch
She exclaims ‘It’s time’, and gently release
The light mist, cascading a slow and chilly freeze
The auburn Earth decked with frothy frost
Then, the blooms of snow come waltzing down
All the way downstairs, right from heaven to town
Like it’s raining dandelion seeds
Pure, jolly and free
The lakes are armed with clear crystal capes
The snow queen with ice-diamonds on her nape
The world now awash with nothing but white
The gems of snow reflecting the sun’s morning light
As the Snow Queen heaves a sigh of content
All is ready for this year’s White Christmas Event.
tazmin
ġham tumhārā thā zindagī goyā tum ko khoyā use nahīñ khoyā fart-e-girya se jī na halkā ho bas yahī soch kar nahīñ royā ashk to ashk haiñ sharāb se bhī maiñ ne ye dāġh-e-dil nahīñ dhoyā maiñ vo kisht-e-nashāt kyoñ kāTūñ jis ko maiñ ne kabhī nahīñ boyā aabla aabla thī jaañ phir bhī bār-e-hastī