Frosty Fun

The sky is low
The wind is gray,
The radiator purrs
All the day…

Days are short
Sun a spark,
Rises like a snail
And soon rush to dark..

Warmth of wavy flames
Waters with frosty flow,
Wild winds  coldly blow
And yet I cannot go…

The branches of trees
Are like ghost’s arms,
They are always
My eye’s charm…

Clogged nostrils
And watery eyes,
But still in warm clothes
We try to look nice…

Aaahh Winter…
Isn’t it so ‘WOW’…!!
Chilling & thrilling
But lots of ‘LOVE’..

-Jaineel Dharod

Sem 4, Faculty of Pharmacy


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