WINTER AND HEARTS

You walked so far that no one will recognize even in the dawn,
You see similar faces but you cover your face,
Winters, are indeed a season where everyone turns cold,
Even those with the cold heart,
Have cold feets and hands and still working towards dreams,
Watching a man sitting near flames and getting warmth is a ritual,
But how warm is his heart and mind,
Who knows?
A shopkeeper is making tea and coffee for the people passing by,
But who live on foot paths,
Who serves them?
They are sleeping with their knees up and hands under their heads,
Snuggled up,
People are still going for a walk, yet they are lost in the smog,
You can't see through smog who is going in front of you,
And passing by,
But you recognize that something familiar,
Fimilar with fragnance of winter,
People are wearing sweater and socks,
Just to keep them warm,
But how warmth they provide to others,
Are they good?
How can someone identify bad in someone just by looking,
It's winters you can't see through smog,
How can you see through people who are roaming cold and heartless,
Some are because of past, some are broken,
So, how cold you are?
Or, how warm you are?

Mansi Chamoli

 

 
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