Glitters of snows lingers in eyes, <br />like a taste of a promised bliss, <br />while hangover of conscious, <br />in the chill of night, <br />lost in mists of dismay, <br />and shiver of hands, <br />catching the tremors, <br />when spark of fire dreamed in mind, <br />and face of winds, <br />refused by mirror, <br />While rose petals, <br />dropping like tears, <br />and numbed bare feet, <br />weary and lost, <br />the journey, <br />begins with heart of defeat, <br />there is some room, <br />upon the top of the hill, <br />as i lock the door, <br />waiting for the next day.<br /><br />Rafique Farooqi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-next-day-5/
