On Sitting Near Window in one Wintry Night

Poetry 1 Minute

Blanketed by

Thick clouds and thin-cool air

In the dropping temperature

Sun and Moon rays unable to pierce

The surrounding

Locating a hand with the other is rare

In the dense fog

That enveloped the atmosphere

The sound of the dew

Dripping from the clouds

To the leaves of the trees

Then the ground

And some to my window panes

At intervals regular

Syncing with the table clock

Kept making sound

As the night falls

So is the temperature

Making the life hard

For the workers

But I am a mute spectator

I keep sitting near the window

In that blizzard

Watching the smeared glass

In that street-light

Frozen with thought

And the dew kept making a rhythmic sound

Till late night!

©Shashank

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Shashank Shekhar is a Research Scholar, pursuing PhD from the Department of Humanities and Social Sciences at IIT Roorkee. He completed his Bachelors, Masters and MPhil from University of Delhi. He is the author of two books i.e. 'Undergraduate Love Stories' and 'Epistles from Heart'. He likes to explore different genres through his writing. He believes that art within an individual can't be manifested in one genre. Every genre has something unique to teach in which one can find one's lost self. It's while writing romance fiction, he finds as well as loses himself, simultaneously. Besides writing, he loves to travel along with blogging and photography. He signs himself as Pragmatic Persona, which is also his pen name.

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