The Snow Poem by Jyotishman Debnath

The voice of the tree gets frozen
and the snow falls on the heart of the winter

it has been broken
as always
but the craziness of lover and poet goes on

if the surreal dreams
touches the corridor
of my reality

I promise
I will not ask much from winter
an eternal coldness may be

it is naked
as always

no warmth
no warmth


Dear,

snow is falling everywhere
on the streets
on the trees, rooftops
and on the mirror
an ivory white
something....

and I'm breathing in
the dust of the snow
like I breathe the poetry of Mayakovosky

It pains
the long night
a broken naked winter

no! you can't be so heartless
neither I can...


Dear,
I have been like a pale winter
where snow is covering
my city of Veronese

but my frozen hand is trying to write

your name on it...!