''Winter'' by Prateek Deshpande
It has been a while since I write anything nice! But this one is from my son.. inspired by Christina Rossetti's ''May'' Prateek created some beautiful lines befitting the season.
Winter
I cannot tell you how it was,
But this I know:it came to pass
Upon a golden, chilly morning
When the year was old; ah, such a brilliant year!
As yet the snow was not born
on the cars along the road;
The last leaf had not fallen as yet;
Nor any bear hibernated on its bed.
I cannot tell you what it was,
But this I know: it did but pass.
It passed away with a chilly Monday,
Like all nice things it passed away,
And left me younger, and warmer, and brighter.
By Prateek Deshpande
06/12/2023
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