I met a man , I met a man
At the cold storage in a blue blue can
the frozen ice decided to melt
giving sight to the cold old man
I was dressed in shimmering yellow,
my presence , I know, melted
cold ice in his four-pipe
Off my mirth,
I saw him warming hands at the fireplace,
so close was his touch, it brought me closer
He of icy demeanor, me of fiery touch
firefly like in the ruined winter castle
except shabby corners, no place could I find
In my search for fire, I forgot what ice thought,
But ice thought, ice thought to leave
shook off the firefly, rattled some hints
Returned to the cold storage never to look back again.
- Subha Ramachandran
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