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🌿 lyricist Title: " White Snows & Hot winds.
(by Qayyum Qayyumi)

In summer, white snow is thrown from the roof,
Some go blind for it, some throw off their robe of proof.

Hot winds won’t let it stay firm if it tries,
The promise of peace half-baked  it dies.

Old tales of dark nights are never revived,
The talk of light — in a new name deprived.

The white belief I took once from you,
Hot drops of tears now blind my view.

March faster, O seekers, toward your aim,
Qayyumi — in helplessness failure throws the same.

🌾 Literary and Thematic Analysis:

🔹 1. Imagery and Contrast

The poem is woven from contrasting images — white snow and summer, light and dark, hope and despair.
This contrast is the emotional heartbeat of the ghazal. It reflects the fragility of peace and purity in a world of heat, chaos, and moral fatigue.

🔹 2. Symbolism

Snow: Symbol of purity, calmness, and peace.

Roof: The height of ideals or the shelter of the human soul.

Hot winds: The storms of anger, violence, or societal unrest.

Tears: The poet’s internal resistance — a fire hidden in water.

Each symbol works as both personal and collective — pointing to the human and national condition alike.

🔹 3. Tone and Mood

The tone moves between lamentation and resolve —
the speaker mourns the loss of sincerity (“the promise of peace… dies”)
but ends with a call to rise (“march faster… toward your aim”).

This progression gives the poem a journey-like structure — from grief to awakening.

🔹 4. Philosophical Undercurrent

The refrain "throws" (غورځوي) serves as a constant reminder of transience — how easily purity, dreams, and ideals are discarded in modern times.
It captures the existential anxiety of human weakness and moral decay.

🔹 5. Poetic Craft

Qayyumi employs:

End rhyme and refrain (a hallmark of classical ghazal rhythm).

Economy of words — every couplet is self-contained yet contributes to the whole.

Metaphoric density — beneath simple words lie complex emotional layers.

🔹 6. Overall Essence

This ghazal is not merely about “snow” or “seasons,”
but about purity under pressure — how ideals melt in the heat of reality,
and yet, how hope still breathes through the poet’s urging voice.

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