It is frosting

 

It is frosting from last night

thick white sheet

is covering the land

snow on branches of the tree

forming surreal scenery

roads are becoming slippery

one house terrace is fully submerged

seeking sunlight to remove huge load

totally free of noisy life

imaginations run free

nobody disturbs

God is enjoying from above.

 

Sandip Saha from India has won three awards. He has published 110 poems in 37 journals in 6 countries: India, USA, UK, Australia, Romania and Mauritius.

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