the winter has come,the winter hascome at last.
like an old woman she walks slowly on the street. but noone welcomed her.
she just walks on the lonely road.
she walking wrapping a white Thick shawl around her body.
the fog and snow come with her like cold-cough of the old age to feel the flowers sleepy and to make the nature's beauty dull.
reluctantly sleepy flowers opened the their eyes.
the sun makes no hurry in Rising .
the old woman goes singing and waving her shawl slowly, she has no care nature merriment.
people gathered around the fire to get warmth in body.
the old woman covered the rooftop, trees and flowers, lakes,valley and hill with her white shawl.
©subirmitra
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