Shirstee Singh

Winters when thou ’ll be gone, I’ll miss thy frigid ‘n’ nippy morn…   When sweat will trickle down, Brisk winds, I’ll miss gushing around. When heat waves will make throat dry, I’ll miss hot cocoa ‘n’ soups with sigh! Overhead, when the sun ‘ll blaze, Winters, I’ll miss thy cool misty haze!   Sitting […]