Winter Is Here

Fresh morning dew, The joy the delight

The misty mist , the crispy breeze & the faint sun light

O God! This is such a blessed sight!

A few more steps & the smoky smell brings forth another sight!

Amidst

Lies the faint amber, the dying fire

Within the tattered rags

Lies the skinny shivering man

O God Behold! Why his is such a plight!

Precious dew on the rose petals

Piercing dew on the frost skin

The misty mist ,the faint sun light

The dark fog and too little the sun light

O God! Why this plight if there is that beautiful sight!

Why this sight if there exists such a plight!

O God! What is beyond this plight and What is beyond this sight!