Winter, Winter
Winter, winter,
Where are you my dear?
I am here with my pussy cat,
My pussy cat is fat and not near.
Thanks for the clouds and the mist
They are telling the life’s gist.
I myself mislay somewhere
And misjudging you with twist.
I am going with my own swift,
Winter, winter,
I am a turner of light,
Give me strength to fight,
Fight against dark
With full might.
– Gajanan Mishra
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