Winter Grind Poem by Paramananda Mahanta

Winter grind

Why didn't you stand here still,
When nature moists and frills.
Silver melts there for colour all blends,
Just a few to take the richly trend.
Is it costly for you the servant of life?
See those who struggle now passed the rife.

A real bone test for all slothful class
Take the reading in seasonal lab,
Life a filter engine in nature scale
If you cheat you falter and fail.
Go ahead men as a joyful band
Your work flows in nature to soft your gland.
If you are dragged in smoke and lime
Its course will bend to stop your chime.

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