The frigid sun

 

The callous visage 

Of a ruminating glacier

Apparently numbed 

Hardened in her despair 

She is thawed within 

Within the sheets of white

And even simmers sometimes

Amidst her gaping crevices 

But maintains her silent poise

To the most focused eye 

Like an unwrapped act on stage 

Before the eager audience 

That stares at the curtain 

And then at the ticking clock

Once the show is dumped 

The throng stetches from exit

As if making up for the lost hour.

The one who waits for eternity 

With the anxiety of a mad rush 

His bated breath is now relieved

And unwraps his  gift of life 

The frigid sun now melts to glow

Sitting for long in the reclined ice 

He was indeed the true performer

Now the horizon where glacier climbs

To touch the reddened sky 

Which side of the curtain is the stage

Thr gift is the world outside the wrapper.

Gurgaon 

1671

16.19 hrs

2.7.23