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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem