Today, when I walked through snow to Nawshehra,
I saw the snow flakes in millions dropping from the sky
In a still afternoon, dancing like whirling dervishes
When gentle wind whirled them, they tossed against passers by
But thickly, silently, they wove a white blanket across the ground
The snowflakes strewed beauty all over the landscape
Wiping out the ugly uneven patterns on the ground;
And collected slowly to add to the old glaciers in the mountains
For storing enormous reservoirs of water in the mountains
To provide sufficient water in ensuing seasons...
...for drinking and cultivation.
MyKoul
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