Sitting at my home
Peeping out through my window
I could feel the world was cold outside
I lit up the fire
In a cold cold wintery night
I saw an aged man standing
The snow fell dark outside
That made me curious
What was he doing here
In my home, in my land
Shivering his skin, of the chill as I went near
Asked the old man, what are you doing here
This place is not yours its mine
where lies the dark trees of pine
looking at my cottage grand
i asked him to leave my home, my land
You were never sent any invitation
Nor me and you have any relation
But before you go, hey old man
you must answer to me
Why did you come here
Don’t you have your family, your home
In a cold cold night, why did they let you roam
He did not say a word
In a freezing night, silence was all I heard
But I could see a smile on his face
his eyes saying for the silence
he turned around gently
I still was waiting for him to say
But in a cold bitter night, he went away
Blinded by the light in his eyes
I followed him in a cold cold night
I asked him again
Hey old man are you insane
Where do you think you would go now
In an ice cold night you will survive how
Hey old man, come with me, I will give you a ride
I know a place that’s warm, not my home, but its on the other side
He looked me in my eye and said hey son
You are young but my time is done
You still have plenty of time to think
Rise like the sun or like a ship you will sink
Sitting at your home
Peeping out the window
You think the world is cold outside
Sit with me awhile
And peep into your soul
You will know
It always was cold inside
The ancient Chinese painters drew picture of all sorts and asked others to see them through the latter`s eyes. The western painters drew what they liked and asked others to borrow former`s eyes to see the pictures.. You have asked us to borrow your eyes for a while. Agreed and there we see something cold inside too. Excellent write Kanav Justa...
Through a beautiful story, you are trying to picture an inner landscape that lies so frozen, chillier than the external surroundings! We shall strive to warm it up and make it blaze! Enjoyed the suspense and the deeper meaning beyond the superfluous! !
To have everything but in the end a cold heart means an empty life, the old man had everything like wisdom and love to change peoples lives for the better. He knew the value of a caring and kind heart and soul to nourish and give warmth of his good nature to a hostile world! Loved this thought provoking and superb write!
Cold outside but warmed by the heart a message with blessing...regards
o my gosh....hats off man hats off.......just grt........ bt coming frm u its not a surprise......... 10 on 10...........kp going.........u will surely rise lk a sun...
When we are not compassionate and kind towards others it's always cold inside away from the warmth of humanity, a poem with a message.
I love this...its meaning is so deep and meaningful (redundance! redundance!) I love it and can't think of anything else to say because I love it too much. ;) ~mye3 poet
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hmm so were u cold inside yor heart? Its human to b so sometimes. Whateva it is d poem is a remarkable aweinspiring one. Pls do review my latest poem