Henry Dear, This Is Winter Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Glad to see
Glad to hear
Glad with this winter.

Ah, so sweet the voice of winter!
High-rises blood pressure,
And kilometers to kilometers
I walk and walk with nature.
No reverse order,
But with curiosity,
And with priority
I open front door
And find no water.

I feel not free
With you dear
Such words
I am not going to utter.

Oh, history everything,
Of course, I am nothing.
Utmost care, here I take
To measure the winter.