What a beauty to see the white fluffy flakes!
Falling extensively over land and lakes,
Leaving a cold layer of slushy blaze
Presenting a wonderful glaze.
The snow fall tends heavy in mid winter,
Releasing a freezing cold all over,
Trees and roads turn white,
Experiencing a biting cold bitter.
Snow pushers are seen all the way,
Working with spades to clear their bay,
Kids cuddle inside the rooms,
As the large boulders of ice loom
Winter is a season of exhaustion
With no daylight distribution,
Darkness encircles the day
Forcing a deliberate gray.
Old age is a phase difficult to bear,
Besieged with physical and mental tear,
A renewal of agility and vigour is rare,
Crossing the years is a terrific bear.
Wading through the snow is onerous,
Living in old age becomes calamitous,
Snow receedes as summer comes,
Old people pass away as death approaches.
Meenas Poems 