Holiday Season: A Poem by Kishor Kumar Mishra

To the farthest south, as the Sun travels
The northern hemisphere sees the Winter solstice
The holiday season starts with celebrations
Monotony takes a brake, with joy and jubilation.

The scorching heat of the Sun is not felt
Not seen the dark clouds in the sky
Cold wind blows around the northern globe
Stretches blue canopy, the clear sky above.

The Sun smiles in a mood joyful
Moving out becomes cozy and comfortable
Fairs and festivals take their turn
One after another, come for the celebration.

The great time wheel rolls on and on
Days, weeks, months, and years pass on
Seasons arrive on Earth one after the other
Festive season too takes its turn every year.