Shahjahan Kabir :
My memories freeze in very cold days
Like frozen water of a river
Forgetting its summer flow.
The wind blows sharp and hard
Along with gusts and snow.
I cannot see other faces
As they are blurred
Like life’s past events
Forgotten over the years.
Those who are lost in the snow
Cannot be traced anymore.
Far away they exist
Separated by the wall of winter storm.
In long winter nights
Darkness hovers over the sky
Turning off lights of all stars.
Frozen memories survive again
In the warmth of winter dreams.
A few summer birds are still around,
They may huddle together in these nights.
Perhaps they are also dreaming
For long summer days to sing again.
(The author is a Bangladeshi poet, essayist and scientist,
living in Sweden)
