Two Winters Poem by Kewal Paigankar

Two Winters



Two Winters

Trudging through the snow
Frequently slipping
Mobile phone glued to left ear
On his way to station.
One brave man is the saviour
Of a nation reeling
From an arctic cold spell
On this day in February 2009.

Everything has ground to a halt
No post nor any transport;
The streets are deserted
As are schools and offices.
Cars are abandoned, shops closed
Thick snow falling
On a carpet of luminous alabaster white
That swallows your feet.

If our man could sprout wings
He would fly all over town
Igniting the populace into action.
But he is only one man
A slim Horatio battling the elements
Ploughing a heroic furrow
On his own.

It was the same
In the winter of 63
Three months of snow
Turning the country
Into a sea of hard marble.
There was no laughter
Only weeks of frigid silence
Not a soul was to be seen
No footprints to follow.


Even the ghosts shivered at night
Frozen with fear, unable to move
Turning into hollow snowmen
As the barometer plunged
Lower and lower
Until it could dropp no further.

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