Snow flakes fly through the hoary sky
Downward, on the cold muddy ground they die
Foul splashes, creeps under nipped steps of guys
And the raw feet in rost…
The buds die of rushing hurricanes savage
Starving chits, dream of porridge,
Fight for land or die, tis the mere storage,
Toiling to survive in rost…
Groaning fire, at the cottage corner,
And it's heat, around the fireplace, smothered,
Has no use for frozen hearts and fingers,
And the pure sorrow in rost…
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Nice poem composed with vivid imagery. I liked the theme very much. Kudos to your skill. Keep it up. I rated it 10. Thanks for sharing..... I shall be highly obliged if you please read and rate my poem 'A world of treason' on page 4. Thanks in advance. Warmest regards Akmal