Snow in Vain
Away from prying eyes,
She forms. Maiden of ice
Inherently curious, beautifully she grows
Along with her sisters of glaze.
Drifting down, mesmerized,
She floats towards the life below
Letting the wind carry her
Her curiosity turns into impatience
At the thought of happy kids
Molding, twisting snow
Into marvelous structures of
Imagination and beauty.
She felt drained, feeling the heat permeate through her
The heat of the ground,
The cities and the factories.
The dirty air slowly corroding
Changing her for the worse.
Seeing her sisters pass
Her belligerence reaches a peak
Rolling down with her battalion
Their thunderous march echoes the ranges.
With her anger quenched,
And her sisters in their graves
Going back to their mother
She reaches the ground
In solitude, she feels the mortals’ fear
Directed at her as she melts away.
This poem was written by Saatvik