Winter gives white sarees to trees
Feverish branches shiver in breeze
Birds in sombre mood
Sing from far-off wood
When caterpillars are about to freeze.
Winter gives mountain a silver cap
Heaps of snow deep in northern map
The sun looks very old
With ray fade and cold
Mystic mist fills up the horizon gap.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem