Winter-sun1 min 470 1 min 470
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!"
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!