There lies a city
where all winters melt,

and that city awaits each time,
I open them
for a new life's stare,
at themselves
blinking for emotions,
finally tiring out
making a season a phase
when you know,
you have to give efforts
to stay stiff much before
in spite of
a preponed shivering
and let go.

That which dwells outside
goes through a winter
of its own.

by Daipayan Nair

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