Poet : Shivam Mendiratta
Snow tumbled down those cumulus clouds
as we walked down the street.
Sounded like an ugly charm among the noisy fleet,
Could shrug off everything but her.
The haze on her face made everything around look blur
The alarming fog lights made it happen for me to wither,
Could only hear the echoes of her whispers and see no more of her.
It wasn’t the snow or the fog to be blamed
Her death was written in my name.