I
The old lady winter
looking for the ball of golden yarn
tossed afar in the skies.
II
The truant sun
hiding its smirk
behind the fog mittens
III
A tune in the head
the lyrics all mixed up with memories
why blame the sun !
IV
The world withers away
devoid of the warmth and the light
so that we know love is like sunshine !
Nice Notes to the Sun, Pooja ji.
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IV
The world withers away
devoid of the warmth and the light
so that we know love is like sunshine !