Sometimes hailstorm, at times sleet,
Vagaries of nature, increase our heartbeat.
Snow on the land, on the trees,
And over the houses, making everything freeze.
Like a white blanket spread everywhere,
Snowmen ‘n’ snowballs here and there.
Children like to play in the snow,
Parents keep shouting “No, no, no.”
Leaves and branches laden with snow,
Look so beautiful as we go.
No transport, no travelling mode,
Deluge of people on the road.
Skating in full swing, skiing on the top,
Some like to have tea, others like hot coffee
Kids want pakoras and hot chocolate
I want to say
Falling snow makes us feel gay.
Mansi Wadhwa, VII,