April brings the snow,
Makes many hearts glow.
What a fuss folks make,
Like gales in circles blow.
The Gluttons are to eat "Hot Pot"s,
The vain are to flaunt wealth in minks.
The smug will take selfies("Moments"to share) ,
The sentimental will write lines(bubbles to air):
The single hope to find one to walk with,
The romantic hope to become snow-smith;
Busy bodies will go for snowball fight,
The Lovey-dovey will walk their hair white!
The snowfall is surely good, as always,
But city people here, they easily craze.
Copyright@ April 6th,2018.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem