Winter

 

I’ve always found her warm and glowing

tiptoeing with a soft sunny smile,

graceful in her orange breath,

 in cloudless, blue sari.

She talked to me

in exotic bird voice.

Her running steps in cricket field

that came to us through radio

were our heartbeats.

I’ve always loved her for that.

On one hand she held Nabanna*

On the other an earthen pot

filled with jaggery.

Her yellow mustard-field shawl

swayed in the cool north wind.

She has changed with time, sadly.

Now she pricks me with memories

till I bleed badly.

I love her still for all she was.

*Nabanna meaning New Crop is a Bengali harvest celebration. Several music and dance forms have grown out of the rituals accompanied with the festival: Wikipedia

Posted for Sanaa’s Prompt Nights – Winter my dear would be cold without warm memories – [37] over @ A Dash Of Sunny

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Shared with Poetry Pantry @ Poets United

 

 

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29 thoughts on “Winter

  1. Oh Sumana!❤️💝this is absolutely exquisitely penned, the emotions here are so raw and tangible. Especially love; ” Her running steps in cricket field that came to us through radio were our heartbeats. I’ve always loved her for that.” and oh “In one hand she held Nabanna* in the other an earthen pot filled with jaggery.” Thank you so much for participating at Prompt Nights and for your constant love and support❤️💝

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

  2. This is beautifully heartbreaking, Sumana. The pain dances and weeps in every line… I love that it ends on a smile, even if bittersweet. For I, too, believe that even when things are no longer as we want them to be, we should always treasure the memories of when they were perfect.

  3. You’ve created such strong imagery that resonates emotionally as well as visually. Warmth just exudes from this piece even though the pain of loss isn’t minimized at all.

  4. How we perceive winter certainly can change.. even when the colours are rich we can feel cold inside…the imagery in this wonderful poem is so vibrant – i particularly enjoyed the pot of jaggery

  5. The personification of the season is made more intense within the context of your country. I like the use of colour, especially the mustard field and blue sari.

  6. I think winter days bring memories some filled with joy and some sorrow. Thank you for the explanation of the festival as I have not heard of it before. Have a wonderful Sunday

  7. Though, obviously, it wasn’t intentional this piece made me think of my mother. She changed so much in the last 5 years of her life. For me: “Now she pricks me with memories till I bleed badly. I love her still for all she was.” – is so evocative of watching an elderly loved one fade.

Thank You :)

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