Same Winter, With A Difference. Poem by Majid Zubedi

Winter is a nice season,
when look through the glazed-window;
Stand near the fireplace,
and dressed like a hero.
Snow covers the hills and trees,
when humps outside;
Like ginning the cotton,
everything turns to the white.
It's too much horrible,
the other side of coin;
There are two different ways,
though they are joined.
How can you enjoy the season,
with a day's starving;
The breeze of snowfall,
when makes you shivering.
When a cool wind tries,
to enter the ribs;
And you have been craving,
for a hot sip.
As in a hunting game,
a man enjoys to play;
Although participant,
but ask from the prey.
Yes, feelings turned to be different,
though same is the winter;
When you have to be shivering,
beneath the broken-shelter.