Pristine flakes of snow,
Fall faintly all around.
Kiss the boughs of trees ever so gently,
Cover the earth like a white blanket.
Soft and cold.
The silence is deafening.
Melancholy, the only sound,
Of long winter nights.
Not a creature in sight.
Numb goes my body, my mind.
Icicles fringe the roofs.
Nothing burns like the cold.
The frosty panes,
Blur my memory
Of the spring divine.
Cold hearts,
Frozen monolithic egos,
The slumbering souls,
The chill of these,
Sting worse than the icy needles of pine.
You, me and the bonfire.
Our warm embrace.
The heat keeps us warm.
Nah, I think it’s the love that does.
The only thing about the winter I like.
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Sheena Gupta is a consultant pathologist successfully running her own diagnostic lab for the past 12 years. She is a mother to two kids, 17 and 10years. She likes to read, write and sing. But she is more like a jack of all traits, master of none. She has recently started trying her hand in writing. She is also obsessed with fitness and makes sure to keep atleast two hours for this passion.Cooking is a stress buster for her and loves to check recipes online and bring them on her dining table. Having a husband and kids who admire and appreciate each effort of hers surely helps.
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