Tuesday, October 20

When Winter Comes

Sitting near the fireplace,
As AMA prepares Bathu on Bukhari,
I gaze with glee,
Down came the snow flakes,
Falling on our apple trees,

Soft and thick,
Floating on the meadows,
They gently fall one after another ,

The song of cattle bell,
Reminds me of APA ,
feeding the winter straw

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