A mountain covered with ice
No animals and no vice
Streams frozen , Men in desertion
Winter the season of death and dice.
A stony house,with a stable and mare
The fireplace seeks hands to share
Infringing territory has its aversion.
Smoke screams away from the fuming red flare
The ice snarls, seeing their covering,
The blue sky,secrets a saffron hovering.
Be on your way,sighs the diversion
Use some whiskey,hide all suffering.
DAVIDJEEVRAJ. PUNE. 16062016
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