First pit pat
and sump sink done
flakes seem to sing
a song of my heart
from where the freeze arises
and douses all warmth
of little which was ever left
you left
one day
as I bled
after a bitter battle
through that door
on which is heaped
the falling snow
and your last bow
I salute winter
it has arrived
to match me
surly sour and dead
this God’s Lad!
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AN EXPENSIVE DATE-A LAUGHING RIOT: BY: SHISHIR GUPTA
AN EXPENSIVE DATE-A LAUGHING RIOT-Volume I (Volume 1)
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