Thursday, 24 December 2015

The Embarrassed Winter

As a youth and a child, I have always felt the plight of the underprivileged, the economically disabled souls and haven’t failed to observe how a particular occasion is a joy for someone and at the same time a nightmare for those underprivileged souls. I am not a poet, I never wish to call myself by that title, I am merely an injured observer. In this poem, I have got myself injured by the observations of how a particular season brings joy to certain sections of people along with nightmarish situation to other section of people.

Literature is not created out of a vacuum, true. It was a night of winter, it was a night of downpour when I wrote this piece. While writing this, my thoughts have revolved around the broken huts and the muddy slums, the footpaths overpopulated with failures of the corporate world and the few occasional token of corporate charity. In this poem, it has been presented how a season of winter brings joy to few and misery to many, how there exists a contradiction in the winter, how a beauty amidst misery lies boldly. In this poem lot of metaphors have been used and so it should be read carefully and it should not be taken literally. Even the winter itself can be taken as a metaphor for various such parallel event. Special attention should be paid to understand in what relation the phrase ‘winter & joy’ has been used, how differently the ‘winter’ and ‘joy’ has been treated.

When the paths get covered by dense fog,
when the sun sleeps a bit more,
when the forests wear its new clothes,
when the faded yellow light brings joy,
And, when the yellow rays in the lush green woods splinter,
The nature tells you, it's a new winter.

Winter, like the poverty, is left all alone,
the skin of winter is hammered with the kind stone.
The fresh blood of winter travels in the veins of summer,
spreading joy and giving life like a flowing river.
The warm summer on the skin of joy,
snatched from the poor winter boy,
Signifying the universal diversity of winter & joy.

The joy of Red & white caps,
makes the sorrow nights collapse,
though transiently, but for eternity.
The merry nights, and the friendly Christmas naps,
with the gifts, fulfil the desire of the young chaps,
marked with utter serenity.

And then, the melting of snow with visible paths,
the smile of trees with green grass,
Bids Goodbye to the injured winter.
The winter clears the path for the next traveller,
the diversity of winter & joy prevails even further,
Truth stands upright, the change fails to change the murder.
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