Snowdrops In The Snow Poem by Jayita Bhattacharjee

In the thick of frost, a tender bud weeps,
Searching for earth's freshwater rivers.
Held are those years, in the darling bud,
as petals curl from the pile of memories.

The souvenir of sweet times,
holding memories of yesteryears,
The scent of tender rain, I sense,
As the night creeps slowly.
The wild winds, in the quiet of night,
Carry the familiar smell,
Taking me to the alleys, where memories remain.
The lonesome echoes, flying in the breeze,
Crying of distant memories.

I hear the call, upon the hills,
Where stand the ancient pines.
There, the memories are forever green.

On the riverbanks, I wander,
Where the yesteryears roll,
As the light of memories burns deep.
There, I roam, the homeless soul,
In search of a home.

The memories, upon which,
snow has laid for ages,
Deep inside, the thirst is held
Deep inside, those times,
are now, sweet flowing melodies.

For years, I roamed by the riverbanks
In search of a note, for whispers fly,
of two hearts that once met by the banks.
The lute of memories,
how it plucks, the strings of heart,
To break the torment with a river of melodies!

The shaking in the quiet of night,
the falling leaves in the hushed breeze
The silent quivering in the last moments,
As memories flood of the old times,
Now, they are, snowdrops in the snow.


'I Sense My Thirst'...Excerpt
.......Jayita Bhattacharjee