DEWY PT

Wintry night lovely night

full of romance encircles

me in the meadow and

grove.

I paddle on my hamlet's 

thoroughfare in the

wintry morn to my

school to teach my

loving students life

saving arts wiping off

dews from my

bicycle's handlebar

and frame.

Wintry graces me and

makes me proud of

being a PT Teacher

who trains the students

as to how to make

themselves strong not

to be meek.

I reach the school

field and whistles on

to gather my students

around me so as to

frighten the foggy

winter.

Nevertheless some

are week in physique

but strong in mind

bearing a studious

whim, I make them

always aware of being

balanced in psycho-

physique arena.

Feeble morning sun

rays spread over the

playground injecting

warming juice into

my students body

so as to make them

more sportive in drill.

Wintry breeze

refreshen the tiresome

mood of my students

who are prone to my

beck and call to raise

their hands up and

down keeping pace

with my whistle sound.

Little sparrows of wintry

morn are prone to fly

over our heads amid the

wintry cool air which

make me spiritful to

coach better and better

to my obedient students

of wintry Saturdays.

School bell ding-dungs

warning me to end the

PT class and allow my

students to run up to

their classrooms.

I follow my students

guiding them into

classrooms making

them smart to attend

their courses of

studies.

O' my dear Winter

really you are a life

giver by breaking up

idleness of the

mankind by leading

them towards

achieving sound

health that is the real

wealth of mankind.

Notwithstanding your

fogs and mists are

giving a cool touch to

mankind, really they

are morning charmer

for the alert of

mankind with a

quivering sensation.

I am a PT and a body

builder here which are

your natural gift to me

always disallows me

never to be lazy never

to be frightened by

your outer roles in the

the global stage that has

made me ever-grateful

to you O' my lovely

Winter.