Winter Walk Poem by Rohan Nath

I daily wake up early in the glacial morning.
The birds greet me with their blissful singing.
The cold air penetrates through the window,
To savage all the heat grouped under my blanket below.

I inhale the strong crisp of cold atmosphere,
It sends a chill right through my spine really austere.
I somehow get up and reach for my sneakers,
Shifts outside and starts walking wearing my temperate gear.

There! There! I see the paperboy riding bicycle,
With the daily paper which he flings so well.
Hardworking people unlock their stalls and stores.
A person departs his home for his daily chores.

I observe laborers burning twigs and timbers,
Exploiting the flames to heat their freezing figures.
While some were holding clay mugs filled with hot tea.
Oh! How much more pleasurable morning walks could be?