When in winter blues,
In withered tresses shed,
I see your bare beauty,
Those translucent veined,
Limbs reaching for sky.
I see your steel, inner force.
That frugal, worn out charm,
Brings in me a romance, a pain,
That no spring can ever string.
(c) Shashikala Sasidharan
Feb 21, 2016
Shashikala’s romantic ” agony” is foregrounded in this evocation of the” bare beauty” and ”frugal, worn-out charm” of branches in winter.
Thanks Vijay sir for imbibing the essence…. 🙂
like what invokes by a teary eyed smile .. a wet smile … wooow
thank you so much sarala di… 🙂
Thank yo so much sarala di… 🙂
Romantic and soothing. Simple but, beautiful. 🙂
Thanks Rashmi 🙂