The sweet smell of jasmine in the smog.
The Azaan heard from some far away land,
The whistling train that just left for another city,
The hazy sunlight, so comforting,
The neighbour's windchime chiming away,
Everything that's unreal. That's a winter morning for me.
2 comments:
Nice to read your poetry. Just the right time to post it. I like winters bt my health goes for a toss in ant extreme weather. Every season comea withs immense beauty.
Nice post
Thanks for those encouraging words Shine. Just penned down my thoughts, right after I started feeling the winter chill. Yeah< I agree every weather comes with its pros and cons. As a kid I used to like summers as I could have ice creams and all but as I grew up I reaslised I like spring/autumn or winters :)
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