A glimpse of winter at Shillong
By dibakar purkayastha
'Wait outside until I let you in'
I cothed.
'Give some more time at least up to December
when tall pines will shed their barks,
brown long leaves will fall and cover
the sidewalks towards my village.
When frost will cover the meadows and moore,
pears and plum trees will turn lifeless brown.
The shepherd will clad himself in old leather jacket
and his smelly hat and go out in morning.
His sqint eyes and uneven teeth will search for
fallen branches of pines that can be used as firewood in his home.
His nosetip will get cold and frozen and fingers are almost numb.
Those green tin roofs of houses will make
onomatopoeia of tam tam water droplets from one tin to other.
Car of my neighbour will not start with ignition key
and he has to make repeated attempts.
Sky will be clear and deep blue ,
Will call me before you
Into that land my father,
take me once before you take me away.'
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