Winter's Curse
- Hashtag Kalakar
- Nov 28, 2025
- 1 min read
By Dipanjana Paul
The winter’s curse has gotten my skin.
Infects my body day by day.
I scrub it down,
And rub it ruthless,
Peel off my skin’s red,
Doesn’t go still yet.
Tear my skin,
And my flesh,
Doesn’t go still yet.
The bone show now,
Scrub it! Scrub it!
Stubborn one
Doesn’t go yet!
Scratched bones, bitty flesh,
Left carcass of a lifeless, dead.
Scrub, scrub! Yet not gone!
An infected flesh on a dead, corpse.
Oh winter! You took my flesh!
So tell me when
Do you take the trace?
By Dipanjana Paul
Realy heart touching. New generation comes with full of knowledge and depth.
The poem bears originality and the reflection of a potential poet in the coming days.....
I know how quietly this lived inside u
These words let it breathe..
This poem doesn’t ask for attention.
It quietly assumes.. it deserves to be taken seriously.
I didn’t feel like I was reading someone else’s pain... I felt like I was recognizing something I never named :)