The Keepers of Winter
Has it always been cold? Or it's just me being prone to shiver! I know the warmth fluctuates here, And gusts of wind shift multitudes… As leaves turn yellow, they shed them. As new lateral buds protrude From dead leprous barks, They prune back their length to a former shape, bonsai in a territorial circumference… They turn a deaf ear To the rippling symphonies of Spring, A blind eye to the loose clouds Embosomed in inert beloveds … Pining through every fleeting moment, Their feeble brush strokes Thus paint dearth in grey And decadence impelled… Do they fear the lack? Or the lack of fear? Or they too lack warmth! And slither and sob and sink and shiver…
Rohit Dey
Rohit Dey, a recent post-graduate of the University of Calcutta with a master’s degree in English language and literature, works as a creative writing mentor in addition to furthering his studies and has a strong interest in weaving words into the soothing fabric of poetry.