Buds Of Winter Poem by Nirmal Kumar Mishra

Buds Of Winter



My thoughts in softness of calm
Feel tingling of your palm
A journey in meekness of sun
Spookiness of unsettling time
Setting your thoughts on stage
In dormant buds of winter
Stubbles my stark memory
Nestled to be grown in wild
Waiting to see a new horizon
Interruptions of age turn mild.

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