Scientific Research Fellow in University of Wisconsin, Milwaukee
When red blood gets frozen
its color turns blue-
it’s not the sign of autocracy here-
it means the cruelty of December and January.
Activities go into hibernation
or sleep under the blankets-
lethargy strikes the soul.
Life and living turn into snow-
under sunlight they glitter from above
but the pulse rate becomes too slow to be detected from inside.
Winter sits on the throne
and dictates with all her supreme power:
‘Sun rays, you turn feeble.
Wind, you pierce like pin.
Life, you become cold like death!’
© 2021 Sankhajit Bhattacharjee
manatita44 from london on January 27, 2021:
A powerful piece!