*Winter Morning* ( *a sketch of rural area)*

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Not gold, not silver; twinkling,

Look at the dew particles.

Frosty feeling in winter mornings,

A butterfly fluttered by the window.

Early in the morning, the birds are chirping.

The fire will come out when the sun will rise.

The sun shines back,

In the smoky fog; surrounded by him.

Gachi Bhai goes to the field in the morning shivering in winter,

Dates bring juice to the swirling mist.

Some make jaggery and some juice pan-cakes,

New jaggery patali is big sweet to eat.

Year after year, december month comes back again,

The bride and groom are surrounded by cold and fog.

Bee swarms in the mustard flower,

Kishris grow mustard flowers with twigs.

A flock of birds sings in the forest,

The wind blowing from time to time is bone-chilling cold.

The mist falls on the green durba grass,

Uncle Surya's dyed clothes float late.