From the Northern heavens to the snow-capped brows of the mountains,
You hop as hares; leap as the lambs and bound as the falling
fountains!
And, en route the pools, brooks, creeks, lakes, rivers, seas and
oceans,
You, at length, reach out to the silent meadows, still moors and deserted plains!
You carry with you both the waves of sweet laughters and sour tears,
Somewhere, you cause nagging diseases, somewhere, ecstatic cures!
Some old and frail flowers and ripe fruits leave forever the stage
of Nature,
Paving the way for their waiting counterparts to play with joy and
rapture!
You batter the soft and sensitive skins with your acute, shivering
Off-spins,
You pamper hungers with cabbages, cauli-flowers, beans and myriad
greens!
Air conditioners, coolers, fans and cold drinks depart for a
temporary rest,
Woollen blankets, furry jackets, pakodas and hot soups are the
substitutes best!
You bring with you, to enjoy the merry, joyous tastes of varied winter
festivals,
Alas! In the never changing lives of the poor, there never descend
happy intervals!
The unprivileged and deprived are born to brave in rags the Sun, Rain
and Cold,
Alas! No Channels play their pangs; no viewers watch their sad
tales manifold!
©Shankar D Mishra, 31.03.2018
A POEM which shakes ....a poem of live for the poor the dispossessed. .
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