End of winters
Pic credit- Mother
The day is young and bright
I'm gazing at the still mountains
who seem to kiss the blue sky.
I could see the white snow spreading
its clothes all over the mountains,
And the familiar broad road,
on a mountain which hasn't changed
since my childhood.
The mango tree is swinging with the breeze
as if advising its little children
to embrace the sun and the rain,
Welcome the spring and fight the hail.
Little mynah(s) are playing hide and seek,
Sparrows feed grains,
Woodpecker is busy with its beak,
Without paying attention to my existence,
I'm lost in the forest dense
of my heart, which is clouded
by some wrenching thoughts.
A gust of wind comes from the north,
as it brings snow in its scent,
Whispers loudly in my ears
your winters are about to end.
Say your prayers and have a mesmerizing vasant 🙏
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