On A Chilly Winter Evening Poem by Brijesh Bachkaniwala

With my cozy thick shawl I stoop
Watch the birds retreat in a group
The young ones they chirp n sing
As they hear the flutter of mumma's wing

I see a herd of cow
In a sync they mow
As the mothers narrate a fable
They go back into the stable

I see the sun sink and drown
It seems so red like the nose of clown
The dogs curl into a ball
As the mercury starts to fall

The light starts to fade
As the darkness invade
The heavy eyes begin to close
Into the fairy world the l'il soul goes