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  • Writer's pictureSudhanshu

Winter’s Morning

Winter’s Morning

When I get up in the morning

I wish to see your face with grace

Simply I want to chase

The promises we had made

On the bank of Ganges

The fog was as heavy as drizzling on our face

We are trying to get heat from the tea break

With a bitter taste of black

People say what nonsense

At least care about yourself

But we were happy at that place

With our heavy body and bulky caps

After some time there is mild sunshine

Which makes every creature smile

This is the toughest time for us

We have to leave with hope

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