The snow falls,
It falls upon the whole world.
The trees bend and creak
And ready to collapse.
Not a blade of grass to vivify the ghastly white,
The greenery, the last packing done,
And prepared to bid adieu.
The thorny wind hums the dirge,
And the dead world covered under a hoary shroud,
Underneath, the crumbled bones of humanity lay littered.
………… Dr. Fathema Begum
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