To Play In the Snow

Poetry
Written By Rido Menia

‘Snow’ by Yana Azaad

I wore my blue button down 

layered with a white sweater

Yet the cold glued over me 

like the ghost of an old lover 

holding the woollen armour

I am glad I left before the snow

it tends to seep into my armour

rendering it wet, broken, and naked

I am tired of feeling this way

Maybe tomorrow I will play in the snow

In the evening, they started a fire

its flames crackling an invitation

I cannot resist.

So, I take off my woollen armour

and a warmth grows under my skin.

So, maybe tomorrow I will be brave.              

Rido Menia

Rido Menia was born in Itanagar, and has studied in Itanagar, Shillong, New Delhi, and Mumbai. She holds a a Bachelors in Multi Media and Mass communication and a Master’s degree in Social work, with a specialisation in Dalit and Tribal Studies.

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