" And I sat there at the patio,
while the whole of universe,
was getting engulfed,
in the whitest whiteness of snow.
Down, near my rough paw,
is soft snow,
mannering a fidgeting embryo.
I monitored the snow that plunged,
on the soil of my backyard,
and realized it melting fast.
Was that the temperature or,
my eyes on it overcast?
While I think of this melted exalt,
I am obliged to ask,
What ought happens to the thoughts?
Where do they get tossed?
When they are forgot?
Scorched?
Scoffed?
Deformed?
Unadorned? "
― Jasleen Kaur Gumber
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