Treasure Island

shubham shekhar

(23-06-1990 / Madhupur)

Little balls of snow


Little balls of snow
flying before me
coming from nowhere
fill up space as dense as they can
this night the sky is blue
stars are like little moons
canvas of ice with two holes for my feet
spreading till the horizon
tress have lost their companions
their naked branches beg for mercy
but leaves are now buried in ground
little creatures are lost perhaps dead
fishes are agitated underneath the surface
this silent and coldhearted hunger of snowfall
opens the door of death without any pain.

Submitted: Friday, June 21, 2013
Edited: Saturday, June 22, 2013

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