The Snow Poem


Red & White
no human in sight,
on these deserted streets
nature in its might
as flee the birds of flight
Roam I upon these streets
like a kite, like a night
Not a doubt, in the slight
Nature is might and right
me and the snowman
amused in each others’ plight
as the cold begins to bite
so much for the concept of art!

kashkin

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7 thoughts on “The Snow Poem

  1. I can’t believe this is kashkin’s! πŸ˜›

    Beautiful for a change! πŸ™‚

    me and the snow man
    amused in each others’ plight

    Loved the lines ..
    Keep appearing! πŸ™‚

  2. I can’t believe this is kashkin’s! πŸ˜›

    Beautiful RHYMING for a change! πŸ™‚

    me and the snow man
    amused in each others’ plight

    Loved the lines ..
    Keep appearing! πŸ™‚

  3. hahahahaha Kashkin Bhai tell me honestly are you not missing ‘tandoor’ back in the village
    πŸ˜› πŸ˜‰

    By the way I was also surprised like AAdil when was reading this poem πŸ™‚

    Very sweet poem!!!! πŸ˜€

  4. @ Cav
    thanks for your comments

    @ Ayesha
    The streets were well deserted in London during that time. It reminded me of those scenes from the old klassics from Dickens to Hardy.

    @Aadil
    I think the only time i introduce a bit of rhyme in my poems is when I write a humorous poem…..but shukria for all your comments

    @Nayni

    Jee sarkar i am missing the old tandoor back in the village….thanks for liking the poem…instead of tandoor the only option i had was to create a half baked snow man…

    @ Asma
    Thanks and I am sure BMK will turn up as well once his travels from Peshawar to Lahore come to end.

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