Let Winter Rage At My Door Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Let Winter Rage At My Door



Like a late, late eve of a dying year,
The yellowed leaves when await a fall down
To get trodden by feet when dried dull brown,
And a few hanging on when live in fear,
I too when reach life's faltering twilight—
The age receding to sunset time, I
With forebodings of a long darkling night,
Dream no more of Northern Path of bright sky,
I'd much rather that you see the amber
Of glowing fire that in my heart still lies,
See past the fall followed by November,
All thro' chilly weather till spring doth rise.

If you my love can wait till then and more,
Let winter do her worse upon my door.
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Eve of a dying year: Alludes to autumn or fall of the year, its parallel being old age of men.
Northern Path: According to Hindu belief, the soul leaves mortal remains, and proceeds on to Northern/Southern Path. North is the path of no-return (Liberation) , and south for returning to earth. Of course this depends on karmas.
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Sonnets | 13.11.08 |

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