Transition Poem by vidyut chakraborty

When the leaves shred, it is fifty plus winter.
Icicles cover the grasses,
the dogmatic beast goes to hibernation.
Gradually snow covers the temporal world,
to give it a birth of another spring.
I too slept alone in wilderness,
To resurrect in another serenity-
Blue, Green and the Red.
Lust adorns my desire, Love is reborn.
Blue makes my canopy to cover my green shy,
from pink do I break, first pale then reach to rich red.
Silver gives its hope, white its clarity,
The trees grow up with greens,
I felt in my soft silk red a life of eternity.