Pijush Biswas

Gold Star - 6,684 Points (12 July,1988 / Srirampur, Nadia, West Bengal, India)

December's Coolness - Poem by Pijush Biswas

Shivering coolness all around
My village, my native land
Under the December; whisper's sound
Of the humankind, attended in band
By the side of flaming fire;
As snow-fall so dire.

Cries among them a wild owl
A mysterious beautiful tune
And 'mid the night, foul-
A peep through snow-flake, of the Moon.
With run-out and exhausted heart
Standing I was alone by her hut.

Leaning against a wooden gate
Stood I lone to keep my plight;
But no traces of my mate!
As if, I was lost my right
By the benumbing winter season-
Except it, behind no reason.

Of two and half hours
At least one meaningfully passed by,
To see the beauty and powers
Of the downing flake; asking no Why
Someone nearby or far away,
Choose I my choice, my way.

My horse, bound with a stake-
Gives his harness bell a shake
To mark, if there is some mistake
Seeing intense snow-fall or snow-flake.
Though everything premeditated,
I shake his bridle decorated.

Now, it was the time to go home
A mile yet to cross; but the way-
Covered with white veil and dome
In the December, not the May.
Still, I will come back again-
To cross far far way!

Topic(s) of this poem: winter

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 14, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, December 15, 2014

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