It is cold, it too chill
I have lost what and how to feel
No sign of coziness
The sun has lost its rays
It has shoot out but where is its brightness?
I am too dull and sombre
I await the spring to lift me afar
All my ideas have become frozen by the cold
I need an impetus to let my me unfold
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Brilliant write. It vividly portrays the extreme weather conditions during winters. You may also visit and read my Hindi poem 'मर गए भैया सर्दी में' in the same context Thanks a lot. No sign of coziness All my ideas have become frozen by the cold