Untold tales of winter nights

The silence is the excuse

It is the mode as well

That I let your voice echo 

From my memories and tell

Tales of the lost nights

And your inhibitions and grievances

That let not bloom the titilaiting

Night jasmine and spread its fragrances

When the winter moods aroused

And kept the fire burning

A fire burnt inside me too throughout

And till dawn kept me twisting and turning