Winter-sun

In the coolest days of winter,

A gush of warm air meanders,

In the untrodden territory of my heart;

But let it be the "golden summer",

And give another start.

My eyes are thirsty to catch a glimpse of thee; for nothing else could make me glee.

The winter had to do its task, to embrace the sleet and snow, filled with dust!

The winter knew I loved the sun, with all my heart and beyond a trance!

The winter sun was mellow and shy, but winter wanted me to be high!

The winter's white, our love's red, if we meet, it's our lofty fate!

I waited for the summer sun,

My love turned white and winter red,

The winter grew red in fury, as he didn't turn up,

And weave, our love-story!

Then the winter proclaimed me in a pun, go and meet him in the "winter-sun!"

Winter said:-

The sun needs to be bright and mellow too just like lovers 

Who fight and caress each other too.

Said the winter in great fun-

The "best" winter-cloth is "his, "embrace" warm;

Trust, that you wouldn't even need, the summer sun!