Heat Of Last Winter Poem by Subhas Chandra Chakra
Heat Of Last Winter
Neither you left me
nor my world around me..
The hot tubs
of last winter
still heat
my pots of memories
that sing our albums
of friendly roads
and fighting beds,
The cold mornings
can't penetrate them
they are yet to be frozen.
Still you do not
exist the way you did,
occupy the space inside
you loved always to rule
and never share or divide.
A well penned poem..... Truly poetic and delightful....5 stars*****
Thank you Sir for these inspiratinal lines..would help rebuild my mindset to a great extent.
A magnificent poem with a fabulous title! Loved reading this beautiful poem of yours...5 stars
Thank you dear Sir for getting your loving inspiration back.
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I would like to translate this poem
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5/5/2024 3:03:45 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A beautiful yet deep introspecting poem on old age love and passion. Enjoyed the poem so much. 5 STARS.