In this vast white wilderness
I stand all alone
With the freezing winds
Keeping me company,
Frost warming my toes.
Earlier when the autumn winds blew,
Things were still colorful,
The sky still blue,
I was acknowledged. Accepted.
Humans came and sat and discussed
the coming onslaught of winter.
“Winter is coming.”
And I used to think,
Why does that matter?
I was there in autumn,
And I’ll still be there in winter.
Little did I know that
Things were going to change.
Indispensable will become jettisoned
And no one will find it strange.
Except me.
Lost, aloof I stand
As if in the middle of nowhere
Reminiscing the good old days,
Wishing somebody would notice,
I’m here! Still here!
Birds, animals, winds, frost and snow
Are my only visitors nowadays.
For some reason, I can’t comprehend
Why the humans have now parted ways.
I wish I could have back that laughter
That squealing, that chatter,
The merriness, I would like some,
Sigh.
Alas! Now I know that
“Winter has come”.
Architta Tayal
Architta Tayal is a final year B.Tech. student and our Advanced photography batch alumni. She is a vivid writer. She found this combination of clicking an interesting picture, and then writing a poem on it, very exciting. See the result.
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