Winter Praise Poem by shuvo chakraborty

O winter comes in lots,
The gory summer has damaged enough
Of soft thoughts; fledging fancied dreams
count their splinters on shabby sod.

Punishing may, the summers lighted pyre
Here to stay; vanishing respite engraves
Her black epitaph on dying field,
Tender greenery withers in blazing vapors.

O dear winter,
Younger of sweet autumn
Pave your passionate memories
In burning afternoon to my frail heart,
That hangs aloft in senseless summer mirth.

If there is any saving grace
Finds gentle path on dried turf,
If there is any scattered cloud
Trespasses the spotless hazy sky,
If I have strength enough
To confront this natures inimical device,
If there is life enough in plenty sighs of burning soul,
That may awake all beloved senses in soften cold,
Then welcome all my gathering dreams
To give this flying cloud strength enough to
Wash out the plains and hills with
Balm of eternal zeal in rains very name,
That may chariots Autumns advent
Heralding dew sprinkled loving thoughts again.