I see the deep snow
has covered up
the green earth
with her white cloak.
Today we are trudging
through congested dew.
The Sun will paint the earth
gold soon;
the flower buds will turn
head out from the heart
of its mother again, and
the birds will fly, twitter in glee
out of pain.
- Author: UJJAL MANDAL (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: April 22nd, 2024 09:14
- Category: Unclassified
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