Snow is gleaming white
snowman are been seen everywhere
Nothings melting
nobody knows where sun is hiding
Pleasant weather full of cold
No sprouts or wheat to eat
No voice so no shout
and also no scold
Breezes are blowing through out
Nights are lasting much more
Blankets are not at all efficient
Atlas winter is most hardest
A nice poetic imagination with a fine caption, Nilay. Thank you very much.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is a beautiful poem on freezing winding winter having stunning expression. Nice imaginary. Thanks for sharing.