The wind flowing in easterly direction
being laden with moist in session
the chill it spreads being unbearable
proceeding with a bite horrible
the trees and plants are clothed with snow
delivering an impossibility in the know
with men in clothes heavier than them
walking past the lane with a condemn
while the children eager to play outside
get confined at home to play inside
the cold weather sends a fear down the spine
as we could find none active even though it is nine
thus begins the day with a morose
suspending the gentle morning arouse.
Meenas Poems 