Snow Poem by Mamta Agarwal

Early in the morning, I stood at at my window
In my flat in a Chicago suburb,
And was delighted to see the snow
Gracefully descending on earth.

Fascinated I looked on,
As a carpet of powder white
Noiselessly spread on the ground.
Trees with outstretched arms, a pretty sight.

The memories of Christmas back home
Flashed across my mind,
How we went of to sleep in the hope,
That Santa Claus would come at night.

I snapped out of my reverie,
And pulled out my muffler and coat.
Excited like a child, in a hurry
Put on my gloves and boots.

As I rushed out
Of the warmth of my room,
To feel the snow in my hair
Chill crept down to my bones.

I made a Snow man
And aimed snowballs at no one.
For sometime I think then
I felt I was not alone.

In an alien land,
Thousands of miles away from home,
I didn’t feel sad,
It was cold but I felt warm.

The view was straight out of a picture book.
My boots had sunk into the snow.
I couldn’t take my eyes off and just looked,
And marvelled at nature’s show.