A Winter Melody Poem by lalitha iyer

The Winter's heart was frozen thorn
every touch pricked with horns
painted memories pained on and on
there was no warmth in the misty morn.

The early morn did not sing
Singing birds were sleepy wings
Dusky hours breathed not love
All life was hungry aching cowed.

The grass blades stiff, the leaves stern
the greens did not smile
the blues did not beam
No sun, no hot airs, no hugs, no kisses.

The beats of music sick and lone,
the laughter and mirth have slept-ill born
brutal lungs bark and bark-no singing larks
Every nest is egg-less and empty barks.