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Anushila Jana

Abstract


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Anushila Jana

Abstract


Cold Paradise

Cold Paradise

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Haven't been there yet,

But I can already feel the sky so blue,

I feel so sorry if you can't feel it too,

It is a place I haven't gone to yet,

But my eyes can already see the red sunset.


Down below the hills packed with snow,

Allowing the white ices on the mountains with glow.

I walk across the white Church,

And into the deep words for an unknown search.

Several roads destined one place definite,

to reach that Path lay infinite.


By the ridge in the chilly air-sits a black cat,

No one knew how many before us, came on this Paradise and there they sat.

The fog deceives us bad,

When we see the forest through it,

it seems so sad.


In reality is same old green,

Which the blue yellow - have always seen.

The moonlight dances on the hills,

from tree to tree never still.


The fire lamp burns bright in the fields tonight.

Keeping the shiny snow company,

Both completely opposite but together,

make a beautiful Symphony.


Each bringing out the best in the other,

The baby bear hides in the bottom of its mother.

Man might have made blankets-the earth has never seen,

But ask the baby bear if there's any place warmer, he has ever been.


The moon pulls the skies close,

Making at greyish blue,

You could have seen this miracle too.

But alas you sit there in the faraway lands,

While my mind has crossed the time sands.


The sun rises waking up the rooster first,

The ground sleeps beneath the snow forgetting about hunger or thirst.

The river freezes her way,

to take a break- resting her legs,

For she knows she is going to run again in the scorching month of May.

I still haven't been there yet can feel the sky so blue,

I feel so sorry if you can't feel it too.


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