Winter

by Saikat Mukherjee

When it is all dried up,
and you dare drink the water;
those vehement approaches apprise you,
that it is already very much winter.

In the heavenly blue without any white,
when the sun shines brighter;
it is the shadow prevails and the wind unveils
that it is already very much winter.

The garb  with backed up heat,
and it produces a layered conduction,
as unrest is created near creator’s abode
even he can’t stop the inner vibration.

As the hands act as traitors themselves,
and gradually stabilize the inert writer;
the gazing greens while turning red, says
that it is already very much winter.

The afire woods in the solemn breeze,
might just stop you from the act of shiver,
but the belligerent night says to our forlorn fight,
that is already very much winter.

-Saikat Mukherjee

 

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