The winter has seized my heart,
I can only hear the silence around me now!
I ask myself,
Have I become desperate for company?
Or am I slowly losing myself
In the cage of melancholy?
Have I had enough?
Or do I have to have more?
Why does the past still call me
On the number of my mind?
Why does the time remain so blue all the time?
Couldn't it be a little bit merrier sometimes?
I never saw any snow in my state,
But all hearts are frozen here;
All men broken
And all women dead!
Is it just me and my buried melancholy?
Or is it the reality?
The harsh, the dark, the cold!
The writer is a student of Development Studies at the University of Dhaka.