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| A winter morning at the municipal tank of Palakollu |
That behemoth of winter has set in November, fraught with cold chill,
and the new season arrives with no fanfare, no outward thrill.
Weaver birds, sparrows and parrots - all early birds gather at the Tank,
under the dull blue sky, when the Sun plays hide and seek, setting a feverish prank.
Books and boorish weather are a perfect match made in heaven,
The scorching summer and the rapturous rains have long gone, without a question.
A thin sliver of lethargy creeps into mounting ambition,
As dreams and visions clash with a reality obsessed with perfection.
Time moves at a rapid pace but with a veneer of leisure,
and an air of indifference joins a soul seeking pleasure.
But, winter offers me a kiss of bliss that sets my raging heart at ease,
and in the comforts of her gaze, my restless mind finds a soothing solace
And, winter cuddles me with all her charm and warmth,
and in her cherished embrace, may all my pleasures be confirmed.
Poem - Winter's Warmth
Veluvali Maheeth,
Palakollu - Thursday, 5th of November, 2020.
