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!
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