Winter

[Yogyata Mishra]

When the winter comes,
No one knows,
It will come on the steed of happiness,
Or use the steed of sorrows.

When the cold air blows,
And stops all flows,
Only cold winds knows,
Where it goes.

Somewhere it brings the charm of life,
that decorates everything like a beautiful wife,
It is snowy and cold,
Through it everything mold.

Everyone enjoys fire,
Sitting with it,
In the group of dears,
Can only be a desire.

Somewhere it comes,
With tears in some homes,
Where it shows only it's anger,
That sits in their heart as a fear.

Sometimes a terror,
Somewhere a lover,
But it comes,
Only to give flows...

Must the life go on,
In such a dramatic way,
Must man have fear,
For all the terrific years....

[Saurabh Pandey]

Here sun, there shadow. It gives values to the life. The season itself is same with its nature but is taken differently by people along their status, pertaining to happiness visible and sorrows within.

Well tried Yogyata.  Keep it on please.

[Yogyata Mishra]

thnx....