WINTER
LAXMI NARAYAN MAHAPATRA
Who
would like to follow
the frightened moon any more
Who
will seek
in its mystic light
the knowledge of Self.
Some
disembodied soul
walks now
on the lonely road.
His
footfalls resound.
The
naked mist
like a sheet of pale dream
or a self murderer
scampers across the leafy
trees.
Let
me
shrink myself
within the hallow of
self-awareness
and move in quest
of myself
along those
numbed by winter’s breeze.