Treasure Island

Khairul Ahsan


In Cold Spell, Just For A Little Warmth!


My city, Dhaka, is in cold spell now.
As in most other countries,
January is the coldest month here.
Yet, our cold is nowhere near yours,
My dear friends, who are now reading
This poem in snowing lands, far and near.

Our day-night temperature varies
From 15C-8C or 60F-45F, which,
by your standard may not be cold,
But this much cold makes us shrink
From some of the routine chores.
Yet I much prefer this to hot humid days.

In these days we get an array of good
Winter vegetables, like cauliflower, tomato,
Culinary herbs, cabbage, carrot and potato.
Parsley, coriander and onion leaves add flavor to
Vegetables curry. Cold date juice and hot, smoky
Rice cakes will be there, as morning delicacy.

The mornings are dense with fog, the sun is hardly
Visible until noon. As the days are short, a day-nap
Is not easy to afford. Morning or evening walks are
No more comfortable, as cold air passing through the
Nostrils causes tonsillitis. Room heaters are not used,
So the bed gets cold, but not so much, if you are here.

Human bodies are good conductors of heat.
When I slide under the quilt, my cold feet search
For yours. As they touch, I turn and stretch out
My left arm, which you gently make your pillow.
The bodies are set in warm embrace, in the dark.
Our heads covered by the quilt, yet our eyes meet.

As I embrace you tight, I can hear the dew drops fall
On the leaves of trees outside. I can hear the muted
Conversation of the birds in the trees. They have no
Warm quilt, perhaps they too share their body warmth.
The distant woofing dog, the screeching bat, and the
Hooting owl, they all crave just for a little warmth!

Submitted: Tuesday, January 07, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, January 07, 2014

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Cannot imagine how the people in the Scandinavian, North American and North European countries are coping!

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  • Bri Edwards (1/29/2014 10:22:00 PM)

    Khairul, could you please loan me your wife? (or is it a dog? ; oh, you DID write human bodies) for just tonight? please? it is going to be cold and i don't want to use the gas in the furnace!
    actually, here in northern california, near the ocean, it is roughly the same range of temperatures as you quoted, with a little wider range. MY wife insists on me wearing socks.
    i was not impressed with this (until the last two stanzas) as a poem, though it was an interesting bit of reporting on life for you in Dhaka this time of year. i was getting hungry reading about the food.
    i think at my sister's winter home in florida, they have had some days colder than here. back in her summer home, in upstate New York State, the citizens have had the terrible cold you allude to.
    we also have fog at night. not that I usually see it!

    thanks for sharing. don't hate me TOO MUCH for not thinking of this as a poem. bri :) (Report) Reply

  • Crystal Conrick-knight (1/21/2014 11:54:00 AM)

    amazing descriptions I would like to see the words flow a little better but perhaps it would flow fine if you were the reader.As my reading style differs.I was almost waiting to see the blankets heat generate in expression your satisfaction and comfort. Instead the words still left me feeling the cold and wondering how to find solace in it. II felt sorry for the character instead of renewed. (Report) Reply

  • Lyn Paul (1/14/2014 7:12:00 AM)

    Thank you for the colour and your warmth in these words even though it is sooo.... cold. When here we are having huge bushfires in a blazing summer with 52 homes lost just in one superb. You have documented your words so well. Thank You (Report) Reply

  • Pradip Chattopadhyay (1/14/2014 1:26:00 AM)

    The distant woofing dog, the screeching bat, and the
    Hooting owl, they all crave just for a little warmth!

    it conjures in my mind a spoonful of warmth that would do when the need is intense and the cold is brutal.
    Lovely isn't enough to describe the beauty of this poem. (Report) Reply

  • Lorraine Colon (1/14/2014 12:42:00 AM)

    Beautiful images come to mind as I read your words. Mornings dense with fog - I love the fog; it is mysterious and has a singular beauty. You are fortunate to still be able to grow vegetables - not here - just ice cubes! It has been unusually cold with quite a bit of snow. But I grew up in Chicago, IL, so I am used to brutal winters. And you are so right - body heat is the best way to stay warm and cozy (and it's fun!) (Report) Reply

  • Lasoaphia Quxazs (1/12/2014 9:49:00 AM)

    Very well explained story, I am there and see the weather and the vegetables. Here where I am we have not too many cold days, just a few. Several years ago there was big snow once in a while, but lately we are well. Today we will have 46 degrees, which is like summer. I love to go out in the sun.
    And you are one of the lucky ones, who has another warm body beside you. Just love and be happy. (Report) Reply

  • Khairul Ahsan (1/11/2014 10:15:00 AM)

    @ SF,
    Deeply appreciate your comment.
    With these words, you convey the warmth of your heart, a poet's heart, which I acknowledge, much obliged. (Report) Reply

  • Beach Girl (1/10/2014 6:39:00 AM)

    It was 4 degrees F here last week but thankfully it's been warmer this week, up to about 35 to 40 degrees F. I really enjoyed your poem Khairul, not only was it enchantingly beautiful but it was informative too. I especially loved the last verse As I embrace you tight, I can hear the dew drops fall
    On the leaves of trees outside. I can hear the muted
    Conversation of the birds in the trees. They have no
    Warm quilt, perhaps they too share their body warmth.
    The distant woofing dog, the screeching bat, and the
    Hooting owl, they all crave just for a little warmth!

    It gives off very touching and cozy feelings (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (1/9/2014 10:28:00 PM)

    In the sea of ice, when people get frozen in many countries this year, we are all blessed to have a pleasantly cold climate in January!

    When you curl inside the quilt with the warmth exuded by your intertwined bodies, the chilly weather becomes a boon to rewrite your abiding relationship in newer scripts! A great poem which I enjoyed much especially the gradual evolution of thoughts from ground realities to a lovey -dovey sensation! (Report) Reply

  • Sandra Feldman (1/7/2014 11:04:00 PM)

    The Ice age is back but the warmth of your words and your heart will help cope with it.
    Yes, the warmth and tenderness of your poet's heart will melt even the snows of Kilimanjaro. Beautiful work, congratulations! 10/10 (Report) Reply

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