Winter to Spring

Poetry Apr 10, 2020

My mother always says,

Faith is nothing but

Infinite hope

That the dark place

You’re in right now,

May seem forever

The sun may seem to never come

The cold may seem to never go,

That your hands

May seem slippery

To hold on to

Even a tinge of faith,

But remember,

After every winter

Comes a spring,

After every night

Comes a day.

But Maa,

Why hasn’t the spring

Arrived at our doorsteps

Since Papa departed,

Since love closed its doors

For me,

Since my best friend

Took a part of my soul.


Does infinite hope

Mean waiting for infinite days?

Because now, the memory

Of the last time you laughed

Is fading away.

– Anupriya Dasgupta

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