The Winters... Poem by Vivek Kumar

Behind night of black, climbing snow to sky...
Sun melts them, droplets of dew, a little sigh...
Frost shrouds sun, fog doesn't let tears get dried...
There comes Winter, under dark mist to hide....

Wearing clothes of murk and haze...
Appears to revive stars, no one can gaze...
Heart decays, frozen blood through the veins...
Somehow, Winter is so beautiful even with pains...

It has also concealed scars, but Winter is moan...
No one can see, no one can feel, it's all alone...
Shivering, itself is covered with blanket of snow...
So cold, deep inside, may be mistral stops to flow...

Prophecy says, no more white pearls in stygian dusk...
The Winter will rise again with fragrance of musk...
A clue, it will be back with its mysterious form...
Still hidden, reflection of scrapes, wrath of hailstorm...