Winter Poem by Pijush Biswas

Now, Winter, Spring's colonial bride
Steeped into ornaments- -
White snow-flakes, and bare trees.
And waits awhile to capture her domain
While the dying year passes by.

Now, the many-rounded river covered with snow
And grey-white swans can not be seen
Playing, wallowing beside it's bank;
But we, the people, would never say 'goodbye'
To Winter, the season of pleasure.

Now, the familiar birds will fly away
From hardened lands to soft-soiled lands,
To embark in inviting Spring's guests-
Colourful flowers and warbled songs of bees,
On their bridal eve.




1-2-2015


[Published in his self-published book "Some Suitable Words" in January,2018]