Ah! Those winds that don't blow are chilling cold,
I wish my blankets were thicker four fold,
Warmth was sun in the afternoon,
ah! Those winters really were a boon.
Ah! Warm milk and coffee was a heaven to sip,
and never to forget was the cream's whip,
waters so cold that you think twice,
as if it was poison and you were the mice.
Ah!! The water lakes stood huge and still,
and rivers flowed calm down the soft hill,
trains chuckled back and forth the havens,
mesmerizing would have even been ravens.
Ah!! I miss the lands of green wavy fields,
I crave for cladding again in woolen shields,
there I want to lead my life forever,
and for it shall I ever endeavor.
I'll run back home from the scorching sands,
To the nature's pretty wonderlands,
I'll embark on the heart of India some night,
and capture in my eyes that soft light.
Ah!! I miss those winters when I would tremble and shiver,
ah!! I miss the hustle of the flowing river.