The Queen Poem by Ujjal Mandal
The Queen
Winter, the flower of ice
That blooms everywhere.
Winter, the mirror of snow
Where the moon looks her
face and falls in love
with herself each night.
Winter, the bed of white clothes
where the exhausted sun lies
and takes rest.
Winter, the throat of singing birds
where the blooming melody
sparkles.
Winter, the white star that falls
all day and night making happy all.
Oh, winter, the queen of beauty!
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