WINTER

Winter winter winter
‘t frightens us as a hunter;
Blowing calmly the cold breeze
A bird flapping her wings in a cage.


The men sat around the fire,
The light flashes on the faces, their;
Beside the hut a beldam sat with her grandson
Lo, in blood stains as a wound peeping the sun.


Covered everywhere, lightly the mist
In the cradle a baby closed it’s fist;
The mother singing a lullaby with shiver,
It goes slowly across the rippled river.


Two birds flew-away from their nest,
To get nutriment towards the west;
On the road a beggar shivering with cold
The snow drops on the pasture flashing as gold.


An Emmet wandering for food.
For a while look at the swinging bud.
Over the hill , and over the plain
Leaping the cold wind as a tune.

23.2.1994.

G.MURALI. M.A.