WINTERS

came out of home standing on the crosswalk 3.45 am streets are empty yet I can feel the voices cold breeze came like a whisper in ear telling the stories buried under roads. Winters came with snow white poor guy sleeping on street side freezing and cursing god came to other street everyone is gone in dream all were suffering some are alleviation and some extreme cold is winters so is my heart like counterpart there is emptiness there is loneliness there is strangeness and then there is empathy all this making my soul kind going down the street leaving my footprints behind. Walk continuous feet are going on like a finger of pianist endless darkness endless snowfall endless world nothing is stop just like clock its 4.45am maybe its new beginning sun about to rise some are going to die some going escape from life.