Every tree, green and yellow
are now
grayed out by the snow.
the hills have suddenly
grown older -
look wiser.
Watching the fields, with seeds of life -
lying underneath -
awaiting patiently
for their turn to rise
with the sun,
gives me a strange sense of relief.
I look at them from within
a running van.
My mind races faster
My heart, sometimes
skipping a beat.
An anticipated defeat.
But then, I bear a calm face.
The snow covered fields
give me comfort,
not joy – just comfort.
and with every spin of the wheels
I feel closer to them.
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oh saathi.
feri poem fever.
nice one though
hehe.. thks saathi