//Winter knock//

Strange!
I could see the silence misted
Over the window glass,
and the night alone stands behind.

The darkness is different
unlike other nights
for winter masked off last night
when neighbours shut their windows
for mosquitoes
and scrapes of the winter.

Everything seems blanketed.
like human being
even the houses seem like shivering,
like dead tombs.
The light sprays its rays
as if a patient
just returned from the hospital,
and
the scribbles of the policeman’s whistle shrills
from the sufferings of the throat infection.


Besides,
there are a few sketches
faded like a yearlong streaks
often turnover the pages
of the drawing book,
I enjoy winter like the morning sun,
Lovely and scorching .

This is the winter,
I guest,
after a year
through my window
cool and muzzy,
like a poet.