The December wind

The December wind
This Monday morning wind,
December 4,
Raw and arrogant,
Aware of its power immense,
Walks like a mast elephant,
Rampaging everything,
Or, a youth in love,
Caressing everybody with its
Alpha hands,
Knocking things in the
Deserted hall, crowded
Living room,
Of a 2BHK suburban-Mumbai flat;
The cold breath of mild winter
Being carried
On its invisible wings,
—How does it sweep the entire region!
This big-bosomed wind, knocking off the caps
And slipping inside the shirts and tinkling
Bare skins—
And whistling in pleasure,
A loud dulcet long moaning
Heard after very long in a
Working couple’s bedroom,
The whistling done by a
Smiling patient recovering
From a fatal disease,
Like an out –of-work guy,
Sitting/fretting home for three
Bleak months,
And, suddenly getting hired to-day
On a long-distance call,
For a tiny office full of faded hopes,
In busy

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About Sunil Sharma

Sunil Sharma is Mumbai-based senior academic, critic, literary editor and author with 22 published books: Seven collections of poetry; three of short fiction; one novel; a critical study of the novel, and, eight joint anthologies on prose, poetry and criticism, and, one joint poetry collection. He is a recipient of the UK-based Destiny Poets’ inaugural Poet of the Year award---2012. His poems were published in the prestigious UN project: Happiness: The Delight-Tree: An Anthology of Contemporary International Poetry, in the year 2015. Sunil edits the English section of the monthly bilingual journal Setu published from Pittsburgh, USA: For more details, please visit the website:

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