My heart is cold,
Cold much before
The onset of winter.
Cold is my heart,
So rendered
By the stone-hard
Hearts where I
Looked for warmth.
Till not long ago,
It brimmed with hope -
Mankind is one -
Not one but many,
Fractured, maimed,
Beyond Restoration, now!
Winter has its chill,
Its inescapable curfew;
Mankind's psychic winter
Is far more forbidding;
Here I am one,
That has become
A Winter, cold and cruel!
Present wintry psyche of the collective humanity
