The Crying Snow- a poem by me!

Nature 3 101

When I went up the hill,

For an adventurous trip & felt the thrill,

Of admiring nature at its best,

With its sparking peak and lakes at rest.


The crying snow







Something struck me,

Something hurt me,

As I was unable to decide,

Was it a happy sight?


Suddenly, tears rolled down

From my welled up eyes,

As I saw the beautiful snow,

Melting and surging ahead in a turbulent flow.


The ice that once proudly lay cool,

A top in tranquility

Flowed down as an up-roaring stream

Agitated at its lost identity.


Oh! What a sight it was,

Which in my life left a pause…


About the author / 

Dhairya Bagga

A Philosopher at heart, Realist at Mind and SEO Analyst by Profession!

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