Life In The Winter Poem by Chan Mongol

Life in the winter
Poem by Chan Mongol
January 9 of 2021


What a short and sad life I been through and I crawled, I led;

I looked for a good life and love but my luck was so bad!

Green leaves of trees faster turned khaki and fell down;

In the tsunami of the cold season even, birds had flown.

I was also cold in Springs and Summers, decades after decades;

I used to be speechless because, I often saw lives as lifeless.

Both, from the cold and from the heat, I faced colder invasions;

Attacks came from pollution and overpopulations.

What happened to the good life with real art and heart?

Why good things rapidly turned to pollution and Dirt?

No comfort of love and no sequence of the choreography;

Undisciplined and chaotic folks forgot artistic calligraphy.

Rhythms, rhymes, peace, love and kindness are torn;

In pushing of needles of cold air from the harsh cold season!