Winter

By Prantik Mandal

The lesser known and less talked about bliss is coming.

The different from the pictorial the simple cool wind.

Unlike the poetic canvas, the wide spread of vast white,

The winter here is pleasant and vigorous and colorful;

Giving all a new hope, a vacation from the stark streak of heat.

But as we descend to this magical, singular a phase

With its all dewy fresh mornings and mild noon,

Is the storm brewing up in the coast with its apocalyptic elements

To hit up on us yet again for thrice in two years?

By Prantik Mandal