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kanav justa

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In a cold cold night


Sitting at my home
Peeping out through my window
I could feel the world was cold outside
I lit up the fire
In a cold cold wintery night

I saw an aged man standing
The snow fell dark outside
That made me curious
What was he doing here
In my home, in my land

Shivering his skin, of the chill as I went near
Asked the old man, what are you doing here

This place is not yours its mine
where lies the dark trees of pine

looking at my cottage grand
i asked him to leave my home, my land
You were never sent any invitation
Nor me and you have any relation

But before you go, hey old man
you must answer to me
Why did you come here

Don’t you have your family, your home
In a cold cold night, why did they let you roam
He did not say a word
In a freezing night, silence was all I heard

But I could see a smile on his face
his eyes saying for the silence
he turned around gently

I still was waiting for him to say
But in a cold bitter night, he went away
Blinded by the light in his eyes
I followed him in a cold cold night

I asked him again
Hey old man are you insane

Where do you think you would go now
In an ice cold night you will survive how
Hey old man, come with me, I will give you a ride
I know a place that’s warm, not my home, but its on the other side

He looked me in my eye and said hey son
You are young but my time is done
You still have plenty of time to think
Rise like the sun or like a ship you will sink

Sitting at your home
Peeping out the window
You think the world is cold outside
Sit with me awhile
And peep into your soul
You will know
It always was cold inside

Submitted: Friday, November 15, 2013
Edited: Friday, November 15, 2013

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  • Bronze Star - 6,820 Points * Sunprincess * (12/11/2013 9:30:00 PM)

    oh kanav...I love this poem, I can envision the whole scene...you are a master of grabbing and holding the reader's attention....I love your writing style :) (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 2,757 Points Hazel Durham (12/7/2013 5:33:00 AM)

    To have everything but in the end a cold heart means an empty life, the old man had everything like wisdom and love to change peoples lives for the better. He knew the value of a caring and kind heart and soul to nourish and give warmth of his good nature to a hostile world!
    Loved this thought provoking and superb write! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Neetha Sasidharan (12/1/2013 10:32:00 PM)

    o my gosh....hats off man hats off.......just grt........
    bt coming frm u its not a surprise.........
    10 on 10...........kp going.........u will surely rise lk a sun... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 154 Points Yasmeen Khan (11/25/2013 7:51:00 AM)

    When we are not compassionate and kind towards others it's always cold inside away from the warmth of humanity, a poem with a message. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 222 Points Marie Shine (11/19/2013 12:29:00 PM)

    I love this poem, in which you allow the reader to enter your home through your eyes and view the world outside as you see it, Kanav...You narrate the story of the old gentleman to perfection and give the reader an insight into how life is for him, sadly. You are a wonderful story teller, Kanav. You slowly wind your way into the mind of your reader until your reader becomes one with your story. Lovely use of simile, metaphor and imagery. I really enjoyed reading this excellently crafted write, Kanav and I, thank you for sharing it with me. Blessings... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 320 Points Maya Hanson (11/18/2013 4:30:00 PM)

    I love this...its meaning is so deep and meaningful (redundance! redundance!) I love it and can't think of anything else to say because I love it too much. ;)
    ~mye3 poet (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 1,505 Points Dinesh Nair (11/15/2013 8:31:00 AM)

    The ancient Chinese painters drew picture of all sorts and asked others to see them through the latter`s eyes. The western painters drew what they liked and asked others to borrow former`s eyes to see the pictures..
    You have asked us to borrow your eyes for a while. Agreed and there we see something cold inside too. Excellent write Kanav Justa... (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 1,109 Points S.zaynub Kamoonpuri (11/15/2013 5:55:00 AM)

    Hmm so were u cold inside yor heart? Its human to b so sometimes. Whateva it is d poem is a remarkable aweinspiring one. Pls do review my latest poem (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 12,300 Points Valsa George (11/15/2013 1:45:00 AM)

    Through a beautiful story, you are trying to picture an inner landscape that lies so frozen, chillier than the external surroundings! We shall strive to warm it up and make it blaze! Enjoyed the suspense and the deeper meaning beyond the superfluous! ! (Report) Reply

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