Poetry

Spring

There was a long stretch of winter before.

Life and tenderness wilted and withered away,

Under the grim, iron-clad stiffness of winter.

All forms of love and kindness froze into a globe of impenetrable past,

The unforgiving wind blew away even the slightest hint of benevolence.

Miles of barren, unending road extended ahead with only the dread of a bleak future.

And then one day the bitter wind stilled,

Pondering upon the purposelessness of its mayhem.

The rigid ground took a sigh and loosened its hold,

Giving way to a single blade of grass.

The brave pioneer raised its green head,

Amidst the still brooding but now dissipating gloom of nature

The young blade stretched its body towards the sun,

Emboldening its resolve to outshine the glare of the white snow.

The rays embraced the Earth, curing its frigid lull,

The heart that beat inside once but, had forgotten to, since,

Found back its lost rhythm and pulse,

The single sapling became ten, and then a hundred more

The whipping wind had now calmed down to become a gentle caress,

The shrill howl of the snow swapped with the tuneful melody of birds,

The growing carpet of greenery sprouted a sprinkling of wild flowers,

Creatures asleep for long, deep in their resting caves,

Peeped out to hear and smell the change in the air

At last, the season had changed,

Spring had arrived!

                                                         ~ Sreya Sarkar

                                                          Boston, USA

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