There lies a city
where all winters melt,
continuing
and that city awaits each time,
I open them
for a new life's stare,
at themselves
blinking for emotions,
finally tiring out
making a season a phase
when you know,
you have to give efforts
to stay stiff much before
in spite of
a preponed shivering
and let go.
That which dwells outside
throughout
goes through a winter
of its own.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well thought out and elegantly brought forth. Thanks for sharing.