On A Snowy Sunday Poem by PRIYANKA BHANDARKAR

Tiny droplets of water on the window pane
a unique making, silent steps of glory
a billion feathers that hath hatched
one little room, the intellect decided on a holiday
the beautiful moments of nurture, a frenzy looking boat
that sight of victory, white and white
it lay there itself.a success in work
the art of fiction, the idea of nothingness

an idle memory, desires and hopes
the snowman is lovable
mending walls of the neighbors
a matter, mind and money
this masquerade of massacre
this snow is only a women.

the rest a holiday, our forefathers and traditions
the hope of light, a prayer
one needs to be simple.

the sun on the sublime when the day is done.