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Song Of Winter

Cool cool winter,
The air is dewy fresh,
In the morning
sweet the sun rays.

Almost darkness,
Foggy wind does blow,
In this winter,
Life does run slow.

Mist appeares all day,
Hide the sun rays,
In this winter,
Very well you can tress.

Wear we warm cloths,
In this season,
Shivering coldness,
Is the reason.

In this coldness,
Under sun we bake,
Many veggies do grow,
And take fruits and cake.

poem by Uttam Biswas
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