Hello Winter Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Two friends in fair clime of warm sun
Talked of climes and moods in their lands—
Of weather weathered frost-bit hands.
One talked of worst of a cold season:
The frost when made it so frigid,
Soon as spoken words in freeze died,
And unto knots of snow be-tied
They remained unheard until freed—
The spring post-winter did when wake,
It thawed, audible words to make.

The other thought of countering
This tail of tale much too wagging,
And gave his version of chilled wisdom—
Whatso to his mind chose to come:
Winter's freeze is a passing storm,
Best remedy for which I've seen—
Be a kind word warming the scene,
And enough all winter to warm,
Winter does show its extreme freeze
O to those sans warm memories!
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Tongue-in-cheek | 05.12.11 |