The Lovely Winters Poem by Piyush Dey

Winters are the one which chills,
Most often in the snowy beautiful hills,
Which cherishes millions of desires,
Makes nights more interesting for studies,
Kicking all worries,
Calling lots of teas and coffees in the evening,
With every sip there is a new hope and understanding,
No matter it chills,
But thanks to it for the happiness it fills,
Winters are beautiful and deep,
Says goodbye to us with a promise that it keep,
Whispering to us in a night which is mysterious and black,
By kissing our heart, saying that it will come back,
With new hopes which were lack......
The winters i love....The winters i love....