Last winter’s moon wan the cargo,
Thousand wildflowers bloom together in wonder of shelters,
Millions ways sorting out from the evil thoughts,
Utterly spell cheezy words,
A road of speedy setbacks enlightened pilgrims paths,
A bitterly smile and smile and smile enforced weaving society to built nest,
Last winter’s moon dews faded doze ashen corpse night,
Sweet spilling talk with snow ache gruesomely inner phase.

BY-HARSHITA PANDEY