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Snowman

In the midst of fir and snow he stood,
Wearing the same woolen smile,
With cinnamon hands raised,
Up to the glorious sun,
Peeping between the trees….

As the frosty winter breeze blew by,
His scarlet muffler waggled,
Small brown buttony eyes
Gazing straight ahead ,
Vermillion nose poking out ,
Inhaling the Cool air.

Yet standing alone, out in the cold ,
Without a loving friend
How lonely would he be !
Is this how his life would end ?

Anish Poddar
Mumbai

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