I was longing for the snow to come
Or else my winter would be glum
If it did, with delight I’d explode
And burst into happy mode!
When the snow fell, it was like magic
And it was all good, nothing tragic
The wonderful world was totally white
But for some reason didn’t feel right.
The fantastic flakes kept falling
All of them until morning
And when I saw snow everywhere
I felt extremely elated, just there.
Happily, I went outside that day
Treading on snow all the way
And I built a great snowman
While enjoying the snow as I ran
But soon the snow turned into ice
It definitely wasn’t very nice
I couldn’t bear it; all this snow
Being morphed into ice; a rogue?
I adore fantastic powdery snow
It’s great, I don’t want it to go
But it will go very soon
And I will be left in gloom.

Excellent poem, Medhaswi.