Winter Poem by Ajit Das

Winter

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The morning chill cuddles up
to the slanting rays,
then lazing out, drifts
into a warming sun.

Within the freeze deepens;
a wilderness, unfriendly, icy.
Yet a whisper or a laughter,
aloft a flash of memory,
comes as a shaft of light,
melts the wrinkles of my grin,
emboldening stubbornness:
my refusal to give in
to a rugged tract ahead.

Sunday, November 1, 2015
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