On the Wings of Winter
ON THE WINGS OF WINTER
Turbulent winds, the flight isn’t easy
The heavy wings feel the age slowly creep
Future light the tired eyes can't even see
The lids drop on the eyes, they want to sleep.
Your sun has painted colors in my sky
In winter’s dusk a desert dune it seems
With lost time’s burden on me I can’t fly
I now want to dream the departed dreams.
When in winter the northern winds would blow
You’d fly far away, a bird of warm nest
In the eyes of grey sky I’d see mist grow
Tears won’t fall before I take final rest.
I’d wait for blue sky to again appear
Fly to the spring on the wings of winter.
January 13, 2018.
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2018
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