Yes, nature has its own color
Seasons and changes are seen everywhere
“Snow fall “is called beauty in valley
As if blessed by an almighty
The roads are full of snow
Where to confine and where to go?
Life is spread all over
We need some shelter
The life is turned into hell
The snow may continuously fall
It might be heavy or even heaviest
We all witness the natural cruelty at its best
The tourists are stranded
The woes and anxiety is added
Everybody wants to reach home
It is picnic spot for some
Somewhere gun fire is heard
The militants have fired
On unarmed policemen
The snow easily rejects blood of human
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Yes, nature has its own color Seasons and changes are seen everywhere