As I walk past the heaps of snow,
The sunshine hits my eye with all it’s glow,
Different thoughts cross my mind,
My babies sleeping, at the end of days grind,
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Learnt a few lessons about profession love and life, I was amazed to meet people of very different type. I just loved this part in ur poem......it's so very true... gud work Shweta Patke
a nice poem with fine rhythm