How I See The Winter Poem by Bharati Nayak
How I See The Winter
I see the Winter
In the layers of wrinkles
Of the old woman.
I see
How the mist spread
On river, mountainand fields
and make them blurred
Like the vision of her cataract -inflicted eyes.
Cold wind bites her fragile body
She holds her walking stick tightly
And stares blankly
To the fields,
where once crops grew in plenty, now
Lying empty.
It is a nice poem about the nature in the winter ........so nice thought.............
Touching and amusing expression. Beautifully inscribed on winter. Nature is alive here. A beautiful poem so nicely executed. Thanks for sharing.
you have beautifully depicted the desolate life of an older woman like winter of Canada minus 21 at present
You have beautifully compared winter season of the year and the winter of a life span using the analogy of old lady.
bharati, i like in this poem how you've overlaid the look of an ancient woman and the barren fields. -glen
A bitter reality of life, physical charms end but then start the real charms of man. A philosophic thought nicely penned and beatified by the mastery of the poetess.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Hi Bharati, Winter is severe on the poor. I have seen many a homeless on the pavements of Delhi streets, trying to endure its harshness. Many die, unable to, as they can not afford warm clothes. And it makes beautiful poetry, when you liken winter to old age. Loved this poem. A 10.
Thank you Unnikrisnan E.S. for your sensitive reading and kind comment.