Winter

It was through the window Pale I gazed at the miraculous beauty Snowing and falling of the wintry beds Which soothened the souls of every eyes? Who witnessed the sight The rhythm of love all around Lanterns and lamps were vanished apart With the humidity which raise The smell of sandals everywhere With every blow of the cold breeze Shrinking and shivering inside the blanket My eyes caught the wonderful might The poppies and daffodils kissing The whitish beauty fallen with cries Though the autumn presented the fright The winter lady bought thy slight Of ray which decamped The hope with delight Skiing on the snows were something light Apart from the shivering bodies Cool and calmness all around Which arouse their voices with tartaric spice The tumult of happiness Encircled all ways Which overcame the splendid delight May be this the reason for me To love the seasons with pride The question kept on haunting me Till the call of dreams “Seasons change or do we? Or we change for seasons?” In my dream I saw a doll Thrown apart in the snows A little lad by age of four Aside pushing a tear Nearby a flowing river Who opens its mouth for the lad When the lad moved a step aside A leaf flew over my eyes Which made me open my sight After the spell of a scortic second On the second of loneliness’ With a surprise I found me lost with summer With a fright I gazed again, still Missing the wintry beds!