The wintry fogs and mists are all around
Nothing else is seen in this dead ground,
In biting cold wind who shiver
Have gathered around the fire
And wearing some warm clothes
Are absorbed in mirth.
In winter luxurious people only make merriments forgetting others' rights and spirituality, your wintry picture is absolutely done great 10
Have gathered around the fire And wearing some warm clothes Are absorbed in mirth.
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beautiful poem penned you are /// snowstorms cold-storms winds flowing; blowing; biting the marrow of bone!