Whispers of a season
Rajkumar Panthoiren *
Winter days have come...
Still the mind is not yet numb;
Through the dark woods,
By the small stream that runs somewhere
My soul is searching and waiting...
I'm alone but not without something to sing for.
Hardly this flesh feels the fall of the snow flakes,
And hardly does it feel the cold;
But yes, I hear the church bells ring from far-off
And the song!
Mere words, oh how miserably they fail!
Only songs, yes, just songs the revelations of which
My soul yearns;
And when unveiled, the hand of the past towards me will turn
And play on with a lonely soul it feeds,
Sprinkling and scattering some more new seeds
When it heeds winter's whispers,
Those silent whispers...
* Poem written by Rajkumar Panthoiren for e-pao.net
The Poet can be contacted at panthoirk94(at)gmail(dot)com
This poem was webcasted on June 17 2014.
* Comments posted by users in this discussion thread and other parts of this site are opinions of the individuals posting them (whose user ID is displayed alongside) and not the views of e-pao.net. We strongly recommend that users exercise responsibility, sensitivity and caution over language while writing your opinions which will be seen and read by other users. Please read a complete Guideline on using comments on this website.