Winter
winter is on its peak
sun doing sneak peak
cool breeze sway swish rush
with fast moving gush
rain drops struck the ground
with a low ticking sound
the chirping birds once gay
are now in their perch looking far astray
the season of mirth delight
is still far out of sight
sadness sorrow all around
to them is this weather bound
poem by Gule Rukhsar
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