Winter Night In My Room Poem by prapti choudhary
Winter Night In My Room
SEEMS MINUTE HAND HAS PETRIFIED,
EVERYTHING SO STATIC, SO SULK
AS IF NOTHING ABIDE'S
BOOKS ON MANTELPIECE
WINDOW WITH BEELINE HEAD
MOTIONLESS FAN WITH 3-HANDS
THAT, PARALYZED SHOE RACK
BREATHING THE ONLY DISTURBANCE
MYRIAD THOUGHTS'
KEPT ON ARISING
CONFLICT WITH SLEEP
PROVES TIRING
AND, SLOWLY SLOWLY
I AM DROWSING.....
Everything in the room induces drowsiness and you too slip slowly into a kind of weary slumber! The drab atmosphere of the winter night is projected through powerful images!
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4/25/2024 5:38:04 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Winter is a widely accepted subject for poems and here the poem so interesting.