My pines and deodars are waiting

 

Since it started getting cold

My pines and deodars are ready to be adored

Get adorned by the white snow

For the blue sky to merge with the white floor

 

A colour in the temple of time

White stays in the hills

As I pine

Let us save it for the wintertime

 

My deodars and pines are getting older as they wait

They stay awake at night for the snowfall

Silent fall when next day sunrays crawl

And our eyes flicker

With the ‘first snowfall’ getting thicker

 

Unhappy ears do not hear in plains

In this faraway soil

When my eyelashes take repose

They stay firm on the snow

 

Snow man in this season is missing

And my pines and deodars are still waiting

Weaker are the trees in this cold breeze

Where the fear of being chopped dawns

As the Concrete spawns

 

Cold snow holds the warm soul of the hills

My pines and deodars wait

with the cold breeze

And continue to long for the land to freeze