Cold

Cold leaf blows
freezing wind.
Electric milk car,
frozen bottle milks dinging.
Supersonic squab,
eye's bulbs.
Crystal's cold tears
of snow hares.
The sky, plate of steel,
duck's arrows seel.
Horn of wind,
silent blares,
the tea coloured leafs,
through despair.
Cold bones are quivering
in your pocket coat…

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Gajanan Mishra 02 December 2012

Good poem. Thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment,

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