As if it is whitish blanket on the body of weather
The smoky fogs are running with the morning air
Through the muddy path of village we are walking
For the juice of date tree eagerly we are searching
Delightful scent of fresh evaporated cakes of winter
Stirring up our thirst to enjoy this with full of devour
The sweetest raw sunlight of the dawn thru chirping
The environment of the Eden Garden as if composing
Drops of the wintry dew are twinkling in the crops field
Farmers are busy in caring that as the natural shield
Frosts of grassy leaves are soaking the bare feet softly
Winter coolness awakes the naturalness in man naturally
©Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
12/01/2023
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