White Magic Poem by Rajesh Gurung

Finally, the heavens burst
With much awaited cotton flakes
'The neighbour's son must
See this', my brother says
'Wake up, it's snowing
Let's go out and see'
'Later', he groans, eyes still dreaming
'Later, not now', moans he
'Look at this', his sister comes in ecstatic
Her hands extending in a cup
What does he see but this white magic
Magic it is indeed, for he is now up
I can hear him shrieking
Outside in the cold
His little voice filters in, 'It is raining! ! '
Snow, a word beyond this three year old
'Your hands will hurt', my brother chides
He still plays, his bare hands reddened
'No, it won't', says he, all smiles
Now spent he stays inside, a lesson learnt