From Last Winter Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

They just came back to me.

Smells of the last winter!

They brought me back
What slipped through
Before I could grab it!

The colors
More diverse than rainbow
Mocked me in their warm glow
For I’m a year older
But their color
Still holding fast
Many of them may outlast
Me
Warmth intact in mothball
While I’m dominated more and more
More harshness I feel
In the winter chill!

When at last they’ll take me out
They still will be there
Ageless in the cupboard
Holding the once wearer
In their warm void!