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It's winter,
Fire is burning.
People are wrapped in quilts and blankets,
They enjoy the fire.
The whole body trembles,
Our teeth clatter,
All the fingers are numb,
Chilly airs pierce through the body.
Fire has its charm now.
When it's hot,
Nobody wants to enjoy the fire,
Now, everyone sits together.
They have a chat over the worldly matter.
Their chat continues for a long time,
They don't want to go anywhere,
They just relax down in front of the fire.
When the fire stops burning,
We blow the fire to increase.
We collect a lot of heap of useless papers, woods and dried grass.
We put together all these things to burn.
When the flames rise high,
We feel happy and start dancing.
Now, we don't feel cold any more,
Because now the fire burns in our heart.
Pushkar Bisht
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