In This Wintry December Eve Poem by Kaustubh Patthe

In this wintry December eve,
I am walking through the avenue.
I can see grass wet with dew,
And the misty curtain that nature weaves.

A cold wind flatters and flows,
It gives my heart a sudden blow.
I’m walking alone with frozen toes,
I'm waking with bare feet, bare hands and a cold nose.

My every sense can feel the shivery cold,
But there’s not a single flake of snow.
And this boulevard got old,
It became Rusty and rotten, but it supposed to glow!

There are gates of greenery, open for me,
But I don’t want it to cross alone,
So I left it for some other day to see.

When I’m with someone,
I will hold that someone’s hand, and cross,
But that time is not come yet, not today.