What the Winter Holds

How kindly you hold on to the cold

As if your dear feelings are settled deep

Gliding those words of comfort, but they freeze

You try to warm them further

Whatever you can gather from the scant weather

Even the dwindling fire from your soul

Just to save them from the harsh times

It aches, it does; you hide it from the world

You loathe the idea of reflecting all this

To the world that passes without a glance

The heart beats feebly, but you have faith

Still has to wait for the prophecy

Till one day, life will begin to flow

A rush from the peak of frozen time

To the lively stream of life awakened

Kindly, do not curse the cold temper

~Amitav