- It is winter time
The sun is a sleepy head
Rises late
Early again to hit the bed.
I wake up in the darkness
Shivering in the coldness
Need a harness
To reach the bath.
He lights a bonfire
With dry twigs
Frozen like his bones
Longs for woollen attire.
Mother takes baby out
In the cold wintry weather
Wrapped in a comforter
Her coat of thick leather.
I enjoy the winter chill
Walking on the iced sod
See snow clad houses
Through frosted pane on my window sill.
– Pradnya Surve
Image courtesy Ibrahim Rifath on social
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