November 5, 2019
Winter Season by Mahik’s
Snowy landscape
Source: Yellowstone National Park | Pixabay
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Mahik’s delights us with an acrostic poem about the winter season.
We hide in rooms, turning heaters on,
In the blankets, where we belong,
Night or day, we eat and sleep or,
Trick or treat or Christmas Eve,
Every time during snow fall,
Races, snow fights go on and on,
Shiver outside with chilly hands then,
Enter our beds, leaving snowman,
Alarms when ring, I snooze them up,
Snoring then ends with a coffee mug,
Oh! Winter, why do you come this way,
Neither we want to rest nor play!!!
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Mahik's
http://mahiks.blogspot.com/Living in Moradabad, a city of North India famous for its handicraft industries and export of handicraft items all over the world, Mahika Bansal is a teen poet with enormous dreams just like all other growing buds of her age. As an artist, Mahika tries to compose poetry that speaks about the beauty of the world as well as the dark side of life. She is a creator of ideas, floating in the sparkling sea of imagination.
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