Let the frozen winter leaves fall one by one
Green leaves, they may lie buried through our eyes
As the trees started weeping last night itself
And their knees too were sobbing
Let misty sky fade out for now
And slide across the forehead of horizon
For the last night on the floor we saw its sign
The west and the east are shaking with cold.
Wingless are our birds perhaps flying
Although we have left a little snowy sky for them
Then at dawn on the top of horizon
You need not search for howling nightingales.
Leave your grass and leave your fruits, dear mist
Get ready for death during our bright days ahead
Search for none of migrating storks later
Even wild boars may lie safe afterwards, you know
Oh, dear smoke arise out of a fire you like
For aiding the crying sun who has gone in hide
In front of our dying today we know it for certain
You have to queue up for buying the tomorrow`s bright shades!
Beauty of the chlll of winter as we wait for the light of spring shining on us with hope for better times! Beautiful write!
Concerns nicely expressed. We will pass the difficult times and await brighter days. Thank you.
Yes we are all secretly wishing the death of winter.......and birth of spring soon and sun shining brighter............... nicely composed.......well done my dear................
a terrefic write once again, , , , the title itself is very appealing, , so is the whole poem, , , ,
In The times of the great Romantic Revival, nature or season poetry used to be the song of hearts with the pleasures of a devotee that is called a pagan delight, but the hearts to day, being the victims of the extremities of the seasons compose such verses in which instead of the wordsworthian praises or Keatsian eulogies, we have the entreaties and the earnest requests to leave us first...the sun which is crying in the veiled state will be domineering us...but this is what life is that renders human being as a lover of a pleasant and moderate nature! I agree with all the comments here...! you are a prolific writer.
We are all weary of the cold at this time of year, and welcome the coming of Spring. Your poem says it all Dinesh. Good one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes this year, The West and the East are shaking with cold And the sun has gone in hide.....! In sync with the times when the poor people make a beeline before ration shops and shelter homes, the Sun has to queue up for buying bright shades for the incoming Spring! ! A novel way of addressing the winter and waiting for the spring! Enjoyed! !