I know that gravel from that winding road 
Alone I have travelled and heard those songs
Oh! Those voices announcing the cold
To whisper to fate, to mock scarce hope?                        

Those hands they tremble, I try to speak
A deep iron dull I try to breach
I bend on my knees and swing my arms
And dare to hold, to get a release

I have seen that crimson, that burning fire
It touches and claims beings of desire
A molten grey core, just ashes remain
A smoke laden heat? A cold defeat?

On that long road I heard that song
It spoke and sang of days begone
Of dreams ,smiles, long lost charms
Die not yet, I say and then go on

To what? My will or a chosen path? 
Lies or truth, shrouded in dark
I stumble and hear the mirth in winds
I smile to aches, take that void in

I long to see the endless white
That sweet melody, a tune of delight
Will I find those gentle warm hues
Of spring to follow, to sing and sooth?

                                                                        Shruti Anand Prada