It was a cold December night.
The moon was at its peak sight.
Darkness was adoring.
Bats were escaping.

It was a cold December night.
We were optimistic at height.
Love was constructing. Talkings were occurring.

It was a cold December night.
We were in each others arms
at the shadow sight.
Stars were glittering.
Lips were shivering.

It was a cold December night.
We were teasing each other
in the galaxy light.
Air was rolling.
Time was running.

It was a cold December night.
We were staring into each others eyes in the flight.
Souls were gathering.
Hearts were crushing.

It was a cold December night.
We were kissing each other alright.
Memories were securing.
Ahh! On the cold and dark night,
I and she were engaging.


© Muhammad Osama Khattak