winter

By shwetaank Modi

Staring at the snow dripping from the tinted window glass,

Engulfed with silence, just the subdued resonance of the holy Mass.

Wanting to step out but afraid of getting trapped into the mushy snow,

Confined yet disconnected from the world that other's have mastered and very well know.

For some, the only source of warmth is to avoid the worldly treacheries,

Otherwise winter becomes too cold due to the dearth of warm memories.