Winter morning
Up in the north
Fog surrounding
Visibility poor.
Cold wind blows
People making fire
To keep'em warm
No place to hide.
Movement curtailed
Trains stand still
The buzzing airport
Closed for the present.
Sun keeps struggling
Behind the huge cloud
No ray of light
Can penetrate the shroud.
Some activity starts
As noon approaches
Clad in thick wool
Hard to recognize.
I need to go places
Uncertain's my journey
Hope the clarity'll
Transcend all around.
A Beautiful write on Winter. Beautiful presentation. Loved reading it.
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Snow and fog make the air hazy and blur vision! Sometimes fog is so thick that flights are cancelled! The winter in North India is pictured in all its beauty and horror! Enjoyed!