It's a Winter's Day - that lazy, listless, lethargic season;
Dull yet dreamy, all cravings unwritten.
How great a dream is to remain unbothered,
yet it's a dutiful regular day, like any other.
Gentle drops of snow dancing in the morning,
playing hide and seek with the rays of the Sun;
A perfect recipe for Solitude's yearning -
Alas; but work bothers us all with a Gun.
The days may be short, but our memories aren't;
The show goes on for the men in the arena.
A crisp chilly sojourn before Summer dawns,
As for the rains, they never left anyway.
The Divine aura of Kartheeka sweeps the Hills and the Plains,
As festivals of fervor make their mark.
In winter's warm embrace, we mark our gains,
But, hey - tomorrow's another winter day - no less shiny, no less dark.
"A Winter's Day" (Poem / English)
Maheeth Veluvali,
16 Saladi Jamindar Street,
Palakollu.
Thursday, 14th of November, 2024.
