Snow is white, white on the trees,
Detach were they in summer,
Winter leaves affections, hugs together & nature Mamma kissing their foreheads as a care taker.
Those snows are not just falls but white blankets,
That nature Mamma made for her children,
Cover the whole country in white coats,
She believes in wisdom, so she dresses them all in same for Christmas.
Eve new year where world coalesces and nights are luminous,
Suddenly, leaf sneeze 'Acchi'
Mother nature gets restless and blows wind,
covers the shivering leaves with more blankets of snow.
Am I a Writer, a Author or a Philanthropist what am I? The search of my destination in that glorious nature,
My soul writes then re-write --- a yearning desire, a yearning desire, a yearning desire! ! !
By Shradha (Self-amusing)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem