Princess of snow wads in the frost deep
Where men pocketed before wolves
And their courage knelt soft to weep
...
If my name were Autumn, I would snug up to you
By a little fire-place, all-around warm and rouge
I would save all the colours, then paint you shade by shade
...
May be you are the candy floss I couldn't afford in fair
May be you are a snowy fractal so crafted with care
I remember I saved a feather in my youth that had flown to me with morning dew
...
युवा तुझे धोरण आम्हाला कळेना
प्रेम उफाळी पण शब्दी हे फळेना
वाफा का लाविशी उराच्या भाटाला?
...
God send an angel with no wings but a blanket to keep us warm
I plead you give no halo, no potion— for a plough works the charm
...
They say lovers abhor manipulation
When was this true
For all my life I waited
...
Once the Gods looked down on Earth
and found her drenched in monotony
The vile Loki smirked in smirk and
...
In the medley of alarm I am a dreamer's dream In the aridity of liturgies I am an offshoot stream
In those airy caveats, I am the silence dire In the muck of slush I am a repository of fire
...
You were a seed; I sowed you neat
Fluffed your bed, tendered your dreams sweet
I cured the air and parried the harm
...
Few waves afore the edge of Mumbai
My rustic Dahanu lies
Shoring sun kissed waters
In calming moon delight
...
You are invited in the library of my mind
Don't know if you like to read
Come, sit by the mocha machine
Smell the bittersweet
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Let's stroll the imaginary—cherish a false memory
Let's say the way I gauged you, you framed a dreamy reverie
Let's pretend you tugged at my hair while we pranced in a hamlet fair,
...
Princess Of Snow
Princess of snow wads in the frost deep
Where men pocketed before wolves
And their courage knelt soft to weep
In the dark dreary bloom
Patrols those lands white
In the pitiful pit of gloom
Struts the epitome of light
These epaulets of corsages
Waft a scent so striking
Her tenets read of Heavens
But the Netherlands go ryking
Armed with wool of ice, the shoulders face cold
Brumes don't dither any; icy courage they behold
Armies had genuflected at the show of spiky mountains
But a woman's resolve's an ocean— splurts abound in fountains
The Princess of snow
Walks with her pack
On this kindness aglow
No evil can attack
#poem Ănyā
🎨 Anna Speshilova