One Sunday morning life is all snow
white of my eye reflects the melting glow
euphoric wind of thought on a wayward flow:
man agnizes a child which is yet to grow.
looking at snow that was never before
haze fills the moment by depleting candor
leading to the path with a strange furore
Bright I see, snow all around
with truth of nature as its background
Utopic sun rises spellbound
to melt the snow, leaving mind astound
It’s now called water, in its droplet phase
flows through the mind with a different pace
Snow was history, now water is its face
same is the content, with a transparent grace
Window of mind now closes the door
telling the lie: snow came never before.
Droplets of water roll in my eyes
Snow is a mystery, I realize.
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