MISSING WINTER

Winter has come but without cold,
Like sailing without a boat,
The beauty of the season is lost,
Amid the contaminated coat.

Gone are the days,
When winters were chilling,
Going out of home was unwilling,
Bathing daily was the worst feeling.

Old people basking under the sun,
Waiting for hot tea to come,
Embracing the surroundings,
Remembering their days of fun.

Winter has lost its charm,
Its effect was short term,
The chilling days are now a dream,
Now not to regret what our deeds have done.

- Muqam🌠