Winter Night Poem by Shridhar Udayagiri

It's the winter night,
When the yellow moon, large and low,
Is shining bright!
And the fog is falling slow,
In that silent aura,
Thinking of all old memories,
And listening to nightingale's melodies,
Fills me with ecstasy.
The cool breeze from trees,
Makes my mind pleased,
On the winter night,
If you're having,
A cup of tea,
with cookies of Nestle,
Or having a bonfire,
Sitting in an armchair,
It's heaven, I swear!