How The Winter Feels To Him. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

In this morning he came
The cycle bell rang so loud
The call for getting the milk
The milk selling man a nice one
Asked to comment the winter
He tells, winter or summer
Spring, or rain no matter
I am a poor milk seller
Bound to awake in early hours
No matter of concern of seasons
Every season is a perfect one
Every man is a noble man
Every land is a divine land
Every faith is a great one
Every knowledge is vital
Only lives that enjoying life
That only matters and important
The bell passed and he has gone
His words echoes in the mind
Every season is a perfect one
Every word is important
The words of kind heart is vital
The ears listens like songs
The beautiful songs, majestic sound
How the winter feels is great.