Updated date:

Sankhajit Bhattacharjee Poem 147

Scientific Research Fellow in University of Wisconsin, Milwaukee

DECEMBER-JANUARY

My life is lost in midst of December-January-

in midst of barren trees, frozen fields, dim light...

The century’s darkest cloud has engulfed the moon’s romantic smile-

alone I stay without the warmth of love.

The rose, the nightingale and the rainbow

are hibernating inside a dark cave-

their breaths are as cold as dry ice,

their pulse rates are as slow as turtles,

their life and living are as silent as isolated islands.

Comments

Nithya Venkat from Dubai on January 02, 2021:

Light will shine and days will be one bright again. Great poem.

Robert Sacchi on January 01, 2021:

A good poem about the winter.

manatita44 from london on January 01, 2021:

You will see the Light again, Bro. Your Heart is infinitely brighter than the sun. Much Love.

Related Articles