Winter Poems Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Winter
Winter is coming
As if a maiden were seen
Wrapped over
Under the shroud of
And steering through dense fog and mist,
Braving chill and odds,
Coming,
Making a way through.

Winter

Who is the lady
Going
With a shawl wrapped over
And into the din of fog and mist,
Beating the chill and the cold
Under the starlit skies and twinkles
But so lonely
Going
Somewhere
Taking to the grassy paths,
From the open fields and fallows
To the forests deep and mysterious?