Winter to Spring
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.
Maa,
Does infinite hope
Mean waiting for infinite days?
Because now, the memory
Of the last time you laughed
Is fading away.
– Anupriya Dasgupta