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The Winter Months | Gautham Pradeep

August 26, 2022

Trying to sleep but butterflies fill me.
Every face I’ve known seem sealed in my memory.
The trinkets of hair I once owned,
now just hills on the countryside.
Only if I would forget my past,
three pawns and an evening.

Three years and a pandemic to seal it in place.
Many a sister I did make, many an evening I did cherish.
Now I listen to the nightingale sing.
Dozing off with a deaf ear, I hear her at my last breath.

Splashing paint at my cat’s impression,
I personify him as my Savior.
The painting still lies on the wall,
her voice still in my mind.

Authors : Gautham Pradeep 


Gautham Pradeep, was born in Kerala, India, in a town called Thalassery. He did his schooling in Bangalore, India until he was admitted to Srinivasa Institute of Medical Sciences and Research Center for pursuing his MBBS course. He started writing poems from mid-2020 during the COVID-19 lockdown. He tries to explore the existential dilemmas of the present generation but still aims to keep his verses simple and easy to comprehend. . He has published his poems in well known periodicals like Indian Periodicals, POETS UNLIMITED and in Indian Poetry Review.

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