She stopped loving her private parts,
Bundled them to oblivion
(as we throw the old under wares to
gloomy corners  of a divan)
never to think of again

Winter prolonged necessarily
or unnecessarily,
No idea how and what

Rumors making round  the corners
( she doesn’t give a ****),that
Ice freezes water to eternity

Ah ! Antarctica started melting,
Some hesitantly whispers
Someone is bent with evidence

A thin streak of water flows down
the mountain slopes
that can’t be seen but be felt ,
Surprisingly, adamant winter shivers
in that warmth of   feel

Winter can’t be permanent
Warmth of love cracks it  again and again

She proclaims with humility
to start loving them again