It's winter
I feel now,
As I lay down still
Inside the blanket,
My fingers shiver with cold,
My eyes are swollen-
Waiting for the sun rays
To knock on my window...
It's winter,
I feel,
The birds no longer sing,
The flowers no longer bloom,
And I sit disheartened
In my balcony...
It's winter,
I feel,
No more the phone rings,
No more giggling,
No more laughter,
Life has stopped by
As the year meets its end
'It's December,' the calender says.
And the journey of this year -
approaches it's ends...
I feel now,
As I lay down still
Inside the blanket,
My fingers shiver with cold,
My eyes are swollen-
Waiting for the sun rays
To knock on my window...
It's winter,
I feel,
The birds no longer sing,
The flowers no longer bloom,
And I sit disheartened
In my balcony...
It's winter,
I feel,
No more the phone rings,
No more giggling,
No more laughter,
Life has stopped by
As the year meets its end
'It's December,' the calender says.
And the journey of this year -
approaches it's ends...
Lay down what? Yourself?
ReplyDeleteI am almost your namesake.
- Biswapriya Purkayastha