Dreams of Winter by Ranjit Sahu

Drowsy late hours slither under warm quilts

Rousing dreams in the warmth of its cover

Every inhibition in their grasp wilts

Awakening desires  of the lover

Midnight intensifies the fervor too

Soliciting the soul’s whole attention

Often coaxing it to line up in  queue

Forbidden thoughts that grey wild intention

Which  man would in the grip of winter say

In his right senses after being hit by cold

No to such heated dreams that come his way

Tethered to feelings: beautiful and bold

Each  dream plays with his passion and desires

Resonating with which he respires