Winter Love

 

Winter Love

By

Arman Rashid

 

Once, winter danced with a joyous breeze, 

In every home, love brewed with ease.

The scent of pitha kissed the air, 

A tender warmth beyond compared.

 

Date trees stood as silent knights, 

Their sweet juice flowed through winter nights. 

Through hands of passion, care, and fire, 

Grew golden treats that hearts admire.

 

But now, the village sighs in pain, 

Its laughter lost, its charm in vain. 

No pitha's warmth, no juice's gleam,

Just faded whispers of a cherished dream.

 

Oh, my heart aches for what was true,

For winter's love, both old and new.

Let's light the flames of joy once more,

Revive the traditions we adore.

 

For in each bite, a story lies, 

Of hands that affection and asterik that rise. 

So, let the pitha and date trees sing, 

Of winter's romance, an eternal spring.

 

Summary:  Winter used to be full of love, warmth, and the sweet

 smell of pitha. Date trees gave juice, and families shared joy

together. Now the village feels empty, with lost laughter and fading

 memories. The old traditions and happiness have slowly

disappeared. The poet wishes to bring back the love and joy of

winter. Through pitha and date trees, they hope to revive the spirit

of old winters.