Seasons - Winter Poem by Shankaran Kutty

Winters in Kerala are a farce
There is no hail, there is no snow.
No ski resorts, no snowman games
No frost bite marks for kids to show

An occasional rain, here and there
But the land is dry, no blooming flower
Leaves shrink, the shrub heads droop
On the banks of the lake sit a lonely plover

Children play on the dry river bed
A cool breeze flows from the mountain
Nights are long with a gentle chill
The fields are dry and barren

Days seem to rush its short course
Eager to welcome the long night
Bereft of flowers and chirpy birds
The winter days are a drab sight

The stars themselves seems bored to take
Their position across the night sky
Those nights when one does spend in daze
Inebriate, in fermented rye

The drabness of winter drags along
Can’t wait for the pleasures of spring
The flowers, rivers, birds and mangoes
And the joys they together bring