WINTER DIARY

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It was a rimy winter morning
The effulgent star tore apart the climate of arctic
But an awkward silence in the city was lingering
Having houses with doors shut and citizens nostalgic.

 Cozy insides with coals in fireplace burning
People relished over hot soup with noodles and garlic
Kids awaited for gifts for Christmas was nearing
Cookies and cakes baked, left the streets aromatic.

 Late afternoons were rather perky and exhilarating
Piles of snow outdoors made youngsters frantic
Elders visited neighbors' sipping coffee and chattering
Frosty leaves, glassy lakes, winter birds, oh 'twas scenic.

 Inky sky with tiny freckles had the city lights complementing
Groups of choir singing noels, strumming guitars, acoustic
Friends and Family gathered, it was time for feasting
Happy souls turned to profound sleep with snores rhythmic


                                                            Navya Reddy Bokka
                                                              





Comments

  1. Balram29 May 2019 at 11:03

    Dramatic!!!!!... You are a very good writer. The poem is awesome. Keep going.

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  2. anurakta ghosh30 May 2019 at 01:37

    Beautiful poem.

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  3. Nazma Mohammad30 May 2019 at 05:33

    Too Good❤
    You're such a good writer!

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  4. Unknown30 May 2019 at 06:25

    Wowww!!!
    Such a lovely poem.
    I have been a fan of urs. Plzz write more often!! Looking forward for more 💕

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  5. Unknown1 June 2019 at 13:19

    Oh my! So well written 😍

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