Winds Of Winter Poem by Siddhartha Mangsatabam

His eyes searches for hers
and hands reaches for hers,
But the winds of winter has blown
and the house which had shone,
Now lie dark and dim as in dawn.
She constantly whispers in silence,
'What does she has that I don't?
What does she has that I don't? '
But the winds of winter was cold
and the house which smelt of roses,
now was filled with dust and smoke.
But still she whispered in silence,
'I saw you with my very own eye
on far corner of that very street
where you met her the very first time
and you hold her the second time
and you smiled and smiled like a child'
But still his eyes searches for hers
and still his hand reaches for hers;
'Look at those pictures that hung
and remember those times of summer
when the lawn were green and fresh
where we smiled and smiled like a child
I walked those road of winter
and stumbled and stumbled like a child
But I saw the sun was brighter
May be its the end of winter
so hold my hand as a child
and drag me through this winter
leave me not in this cold
for what will become of me! '