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MY DEAR

WINTER

SOHOM G UP T A
C LASS 10 A TRUE FRIEND

My dear winter why do you come so late,

Is it your Intention to make me wait.
If you be a friend,
Dear why do you come with beautiful If stretch your hand,
fate, Then, be sure

I welcome you with my hearts open gate. That, the storm will cease

The winds whistle with carpet of flowers, And the darkness will disperse,

You seems to be there where the silence When raising the smiling face

showers. And forgetting all pride,

You make everything cool, The crimson Sun must say:
" Good morning."
Making the ice lake pool. If your heart's colour

Confusion arises what to say, Imbibes with the colours

Your beautiful sizzling cold ray. Of all others.

As the temperature drops, And you be tuned with

Time for farmers to plant some special Others' harp,
crops. All old conflict will disperse.

Dry and cold wind freezes my brain, If sorrows and happiness
Be divided with all
Why fogs your friend in your reign. And can understand,

Sweaters and mufflers come with you, There can be no difference

Moon is your jewels festivals your tissue. Between you and me,

Then, raising the smiling face

Dews of old vibes snow of young, And forgetting all huffs,

Warm water and food on everyone’s The scarlet Sun must bid:

tongue. " Good morning. "

End of february time to say good bye, - SUKRITI MUKHERJEE CLASS-6A

Will miss your beautiful sky.

ST. PAUL'S SCHOOL ANNUAL MAGAZINE 2022/23