When the whining hounds
Of piercing wind howls
Outside your window panel
The dark grey sky
With its cloudy channel
My mind wonders
Into the past tunnel
Where have those cheerful days gone?
Why are people feeling so alone?
What next will happen to earth’s clone?
Even the teenagers aren’t endowed with joy,
They whisper silently
As if the world has
Turned upside down
Oh! The whirling wind howls
Are so deafening
I wish the dark
Greys of winter turmoil
Will wash away
All my weary query to future toil!!
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