Winter

by Aniket Mohapatra

Nights long and days are short
Dews tapestry on the morning grass;
Dry leaves fall with a hope
This is how winter comes.

Clear sky and dawn’s fog
Putting on sweater we all go;
Water is scary icy cold
Dangerous for who are old.

Reminds it of picnic party
We throng places searching beauty;
Under the blanket is the sweetest place
Flowers bloom in variety with god’s grace.

07-Jan-2014

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