In a matter of moments, the landscape can change. In a matter of moments, a life can change.
A single snowflake floats weightless
Millions of flakes falling, land heavy
Bring a roof crashing down
Branches bend, dip underneath
Weight of snow, crack and break,
Descend on cold hard ground
In stillness of night, do you hear
An echo piercing the silence, do you
seek source of thunderous bereft sound
Sorrows sing loud when snows silently
Sink; watch your step—broken pieces
Lie scattered about the ground
Let regrets no longer be bound
Seek while love may yet be found
Seek the source of thunderous sound
©Prasanta Verma


This is a poem I wrote a few years ago, and tweaked a little.