Nabin Kumar Chhetri




The Snow


The snow is terrible this year.

The road towards the library

takes longer than usual.

I keep the books home, waiting,

for the roads to clear up.

Buses drag by,

with chains on their wheels

leaving long monotonous marks.


Smell of raw pines and chimney smoke

brings your memory back

in the thin December air.

The train shrills past every day

slicing the air between the hill and my house.

Your memory touches like wind,

and halts, at that moment

when you left;

like one of those winter evenings.


The snow has been terrible this year.

The days longer without you.

Next year, I will wait,

when they clear the snow.

I will wait at that same station.


I feel you in each passing train.

Please tell me, when will you come?

I will watch from the hilltop

when your train comes

slowly, waltzing and whistling,

from the bends of summer hill.



Nabin Kumar Chhetri studies at the University of Oxford. He graduated with a degree of M.Litt in Novel from the University of Aberdeen. He blogs at 


The Snow was first  published in  Apple Valley Review


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