To Winter
Shekhar Rizal
Beldangi-II
When regrets the autumn sky;
Breezes and air do cool;
Slowly rising the fair shy;
On the showers, the whirling pool.
That when the nestling birdie;
Chirping and mewing in the dream;
People lining when coolest high;
The waiting winter to scream.
Shadows bridge on green lines;
Streams canopy the truth;
Sprung seedlings when shines;
Happiest ever that could.
Beauteous fragrance, creepers lay;
When wreath of puppies on you;
Divers slowly crossing the bay;
Kissing the lotus with dew.