It's Winter Poem by ANJANDEV ROY
It's Winter
I know
It's bleak winter now
And I have to write it,
But when I begin to depict,
New and fresh leaves of spring season appear in my mind,
Beautiful flowers begin to bloom
And sweet birds start singing
In my poetic soul,
I realise the truth that
I am not a poet of sad and pensive winter season,
But I am a poet of joyous and delightful spring time.
Some writers have their own comfort zone, an area or theme that they are most comfortable with. An interesting poem well expressed.
We do look forward to spring, but mid winter we can see buds on trees and snowdrops
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12/6/2025 8:01:11 AM # 1.0.0
I like this true but bleak pic of winter. All the Five Hot Stars for this gem. May I invite you to read my poem "A Winter in Delhi " Thank You