Rosy Winter Falling Down

Rosy Winter Falling Down long poem

Uploaded by Kishan Negi

Revulsion in mood of climate
rosy winter is falling down
crazy to expose its colors
wearing a warm white gown
winter arrives at all cost
on head glazed silver crown
every thing takes new twist
valley dressed as an icy town

Weather change is reality now
so parrots shiver and tweet
chink of leaves of alpine says
weather is chilled but sweet ‘
rattle of cold lands in valley
with frigid gestures to greet
chime of buds of rose and lily
calling for a red wine treat

Rustle of gust of crazy winds
bring icy waves and cool breeze
tinkle of poplar trees dance and
flora-fauna fall into deep freeze’
rabbits and monkeys are leaping
cold waves force them to sneeze
peacock shivers with nasty cold
to sparrow chilled climate squeeze

Dark and deep forest feels joy
as the rosy winter falls down
all the creatures enjoy the winter
valley turns to stone-cold town

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