Thursday, 7 December 2017

December wind


O cool December wind,
When thou ping to my skin,
The bumps in me sing,
The melody of coldness,
In its finniest  pitch,
The hot puff from my mouth swirls,
Cool feet inside the warm socks twirls,
The woolen blanket is in high spirits,
After months it is seeing our fervent likes for it,
Warm welcome to the Christmas tree,
The Christmas carol and the great Santa’s gifts,
The winter vacation and picnic trip,
Then the Christmas eve ,variety of cakes and pastries in shop bracket,
Will lure us with different shades,
The DJ night in New year’s eve , cracking the floor bit by bit,
Bursting   of crackers  and beatification of lights will sing ,
New Year is approaching.

1 comment:

  1. You gather the whole December in one poem, its simply your poetic magnificence. Great.

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