Today’s needull is the first poem recommendation. Very beautiful.
A Wall of Frost
The Mumbai weather at its sultry worst –
Warm and humid (at 79%),
Even past midnight,
And yet our tears
Instead of rolling down our cheeks,
Freeze to formed a wall of frost between us.
One word from either one of us,
And it would have shattered the ice
But we did not say anything.
And I carried the rime home with me,
That now melts and drips
On me, Within me –
And does not let me sleep.