Winter In and Out
To chase the cold away
Someone puts on sweater
Someone burns the dry leaves
And somewhere hearth becomes a fetter.
While one sits beneath the Sunshine
One finds the closed room better.
Seeking a bit of warmth many windows are open;
One looks through Facebook and another follows on Twitter
Covered in the mist of loneliness, some await phone calls
The heart only knows which touch can make it better.
But for some, the winter is never gone
Like one in a closed room with old tear-wet love letters.
poem by Kingshuk Chakraborty
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