Winter, the herald of summer moves fast,
People observe winter festivals with fast.

A woman observes with her dear baby,
Taking care of her baby is her baby.

Some babies do play with a ball,
Wife says her hubby, 'have a ball'.

Hubby replies, 'game is my bag'
Biddy says, 'am I your lovely bag? '

'Yes, you are my lovely no bar',
Wife requests him not to wend bar.

by Kumarmani Mahakul

Comments (4)

Water moves fast and time moves fast. Greatest love comes from God through light into Earth. We feel this. This is really great when love is transformed into light of love of wisdom. Love glows and grows with us. This is a great write and you are a nice poet.
After summar comes the winter with a lot of festifals, great write, thank you for sharing the poem with us
Her dear baby! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Interesting play with words, Kumarmani. One could go on...