The Winter Morning Poem by Raghurama Raju
The Winter Morning
The orange sun thinks twice to rise,
The frozen lake fails to cause waves,
The curled dogs sleeping on the road don't even raise their heads above their paws,
The leaves on the trees observe silence as if someone's dead,
The women under the sheets react cold to their men's advances,
Everything in the morning of winter
becomes still like
the life in a painting!
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