Grey day
Looking out at snow
And cold
Bleakness and depression
Mood matches
Each conversation
Tinged with negativity
As if the frozen outside
Must be matched by
A cold heart
Would a simple smile
Be so difficult
Or do I revel in despair
How I long to be like
The gypsies
Swathed in colorful dress
And dancing
Through this dreary dunya
Though unwanted
And misunderstood
And more truly poor
Than I can complain of
They wake each day
With laughter
And thanking Allah
For the new day
