On A Cold Winter Morning Poem by Meetika Srivastava

On a cold winter morning when life is pregnant with wintry thoughts; and words dropp like dew softly and gently down my mind, I sat near the window and peeped outside to have a quick glance of the misty, foggy pathway. Slowly and steadily the smog is clearing and the sun is waking to a morning bright. Hey! Wait, I hear a voice calling, Ah! That’s mom saying where are you darling? Just hold on this thought tis time to wish mom good morning………..
…………..I’m back with a cup of hot tea with ginger’s smell to ease my cold throat & catch the morning news… Oh! God not again why’s there so much commotion? .. two passenger trains collided….a bus ran over an eight years old school going kid….. the blast took place at 5 o’ clock; 100 people died and several injured…No…No …Have I switched on the TV to see all this? Alas! My morning was bright but my day got saddened and herein I lament…God’s paradise earth is crying!