|
| |
A Winter Walk
Like a window with crystals of snow,
I am cold.
Like the little fire in a furnace,
I glow.
My skin so numb,
What's underneath this u ever wonder?
Why would you?
when you yourself are at the edge where u stumble.
So I ask myself,
what is this hassle, I am in mid of?
Why I feel cold
With the fire of anger, I m build of?
Perhaps it's nothing but the disability
To enact what I feel.
Hence blinded by the winter fog
And paralyzed should I become from head to heel.
So what if I swallowed the heat and
Hindered it from coming up again?
Next, I hid beneath the sheet
Because nothing no more balanced the cold pain.
In the end I realize
How foolish I am!
To compare me with the being so sacred.
Mine with the lives of snow and fire;
The sheer example of
Two contradictory existence
'the nature and a liar'.
Penned down in January, 2022
Copyright ©
Tripti Kr
|
|