When the temperature is low,
Winter smiles with sun's glow.
Row of drops of water does flow,
Snow is called this you all know.
Snow fills the lap of mountains,
It shows the dazzling fountains
Shine flakes write consonants,
Vowels come from flying gnats.
Rats dig holes below keep grain,
Rain of water flakes watches train.
Pain goes away, smiles the winter,
On road it falls down, shiny splinter.
Timber forms layer on road clumsy,
This again looks like thread fuzzy.
Busy street people watch its flying,
Children get success on several trying.
Snowfall becomes beauty treasure,
All people of course get life pleasure.
Writing the glory of God snow does fall,
Fragrance spreads far a flower of small.
By command of time snow does flow,
In wonderful creation magic does show.
God is great fills nature ever we know,
By his grace seasons do come with glow.
Oh what a nice poem this is, especially the two last lines! Well done, Bhargabi!
Snowfall becomes beauty treasure In cold places where snow falls, it is a treasure. It keeps the ground wet in summer for plants to grow. Excess snow turns into a storm bringing life to standstill. Thank you for sharing a beautiful poem.
I am blanketed in the frozen New York winter...but your poem has made me see the beauty, again, it the landscaped picturesque perfection of snow. Quite beautiful it is, as is your write. PEACE
A Beautiful poem. Very true said, God's creations are wonderful, By command of time snow does flow. Beautiful flow of words, cool and pleasant to read. Loved reading it.
Great work! Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.
Beautiful flow of ink and soothing write. Very cool and calm specifying beauty of nature.
Beautiful flow of ink and soothing write. Very cool and calm specifying beauty of nature.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your Flow of Snow has covered warmth and beauty. Thank you too for your Poet notes.