Κυριακή, 24 Νοεμβρίου 2013

Winter - Sudeep Sen



Couched on crimson cushions,
pink bleeds gold
and red spills into one’s heart.

Broad leather keeps time,
calibrating different hours
in different zones
unaware of the grammar
that makes sense.

Only random woofs and snores
of two distant dogs
on a very cold night
clears fog that is unresolved.

New plants wait for new heat —
to grow, to mature.
An old cane recliner contains
poetry for peace — woven
text keeping comfort in place.

But it is the impatience of want
that keeps equations unsolved.
Heavy, translucent, vaporous,
split red by mother tongues —
winter’s breath is pink.

Winter - Sudeep Sen

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