I Better Be Marooned In Rhe Icescape Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

Let the pallid ice land
spread all over me
at the departure
of this outgoing year;
from the obscure alleys
to suburbs and highways
on the earth within me.
Let all the ground
beneath my dreary feet
be covered with even glossy silver sheet.
Let the visibility go to complete nil
in hazy, nippy cold; a morbid thrill.
Let me beg you not to sprinkle
handful of hearty, spicy salt.
Take away the spring or fall
only the wilderness here will enthrall- -
Let the summer shine elsewhere
like a self-willed exile
i`ll jog here for a while
before i myself turn too white silver!