Winter is coming,
Now the sheulis will bloom
And scatter around
Near the plant tree,
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Winter Poems by Daruwalla are not about winter,
The harsh and bleak winter
Coming with the shroud
Of mist and fog,
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The harsh winter with the bleak hope
Lashing the houses with cold winds,
Hidden in mist, fog, chill and frost,
The sun struggling to come out
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I saw winter making a ruffle in the countryside,
The chilly winds from the forest area
and the landscapes secluded and solitary
Freezing the night,
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You go away,
Go away,
O Winter so cold and biting,
So bleak and frustrating,
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On the last day of the nineteenth century
Hardy heard the notes of the older thrush
Singing of frost, winter chill and bleak hope
And since then many a literary movement has passed by,
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The harshest winter keeps it
Banging upon the door
Lost in mist and fog
When there is chill outside
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Wrapped in mist and fog
Still under the shroud of
Trying to shrug off the blankets
And the world seeming to arise and awake
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I see winter wrapping the wrapper of
mist, cold, chill, frost and fog
moving away
under colder nights of gloom.
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