Winter Holidays Poem by M.A.K. Pathan

Snow falls all over the place,
Cuckoo's song brings smile on our face.
We are living this winter with a joyful mood,
Celebrations going on in the whole neighborhood.

Listening to Jazz, I was swaying my legs,
She was in my arms; this was effect of little pegs.
Jazz was soothing our soul, she starts to roll,
I call out with care, "Baby, You might fall "
We kept on dancing till the midnight,
We collapsed on the bed, with sheer delight.

Morning brings a new ray and new mood,
I move to football field, recalling my childhood.
Playing with full energy, I smashed a goal,
A kid shouted, "Man! That was a own goal"
I laughed out loud, and regret was benighted,
Took my son in arms, and then we played.

Afternoon brought a barbecue in the backyard,
I chewed on my piece, it was little hard.
Then came the evening, took my son to a park,
We ran together and enjoyed till dark.
Dinner was great that led my son to sleep.
Switched on the Jazz, I gave her a bleep.