It's Winter
A Anjandev Roy
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I know
It's bleak winter now
And I have to write it,
But when I begin to depict,
New and fresh leaves of spring season appear in my mind,
Beautiful flowers begin to bloom
And sweet birds start singing
In my poetic soul,
I realise the truth that
I am not a poet of sad and pensive winter season,
But I am a poet of joyous and delightful spring time.
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