Winter! Poem by Shankaran Kutty

Sang a poet so long ago
If winter is here, can spring be far behind
But would I survive the harsh winter cold
And the frost that has frozen the mind

Icy winds blows across the plains
That is my life before me
And only the dry, barren future
Laid out, before me I see

Like a solitary oak bereft of leaves
And love, do I lonely stand
No life does sprout, no water flows
To feed the barren land

Alone I stand, my lonely form
Covered in sheets of snow
Forlorn, for a dollop of love
I search, for someone I know

I hear the mocking laughter
I feel the throbbing pain
As the cold bites into the bones
I hope to survive, in vain

Whither the warmth of goodness
That I have done all my life
To thaw this chill of winter
That cuts through me like a knife

The outside world sees the glitter
Of freshly fallen snow
But inside my heart stopped its throbbing
For frozen it is with woe

Blows across a southerly gale
As surrender seems to be my fate
If spring indeed might turn up one day
For me it would be too late