Songs Of Seasons: 03 Poem by Subhas Chandra Chakra
Songs Of Seasons: 03
A night of dreadful cold
beside the highway in a metropolis city
No horse to ride on
No jacket to cover-
the bare skin shivers
no blanket to
go miles before sleep,
Myriad Frosts
weep their fate
Under the smog
horizons shrink
to things miniature
Hunger, Shelter and Clothes.
Inches become unthinkable,
miles to go-
sounds ridiculous.
Inches become unthinkable, miles to go- sounds ridiculous. The intensity of bitter cold so nicely described. Thanks for the sharing.
No horse to ride on No jacket to cover- the bare skin shivers no blanket to go miles before sleep, sir this poem is very fantastic and i i love your poem10+(+++++
very interesting to read more and more of your poems....nice description of the cold weather with the superb ending lines....10++++
Thanks Ma'am for the keen interest and deep introspection with which you read a poem and remark on it.
It is a very very very beautiful poem.sir i enjoy this poem.thanks for sharing this poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Inches become unthinkable, miles to go- sounds ridiculous. The intensity of bitter cold so nicely described. Thanks for the sharing. 10++++++++