The soft
Snowflakes
Falling down
Like cotton balls,
Being tossed away,
By some invisible hands,
From a white sky,
Dispersing fast,
Like kids returning
From school,
Happy feet pattering,
On the ground,
With a sense of release;
The drifting flakes,
Tiny and cute,
Wandering in the crisp air,
Vagabond-like,
Searching a suitable landing-place,
Scattering everywhere around,
In a gentle constant stream,
On the grey courtyards,
Red-bricked buildings,
With shuttered windows,
Trimmed hedges around,
And decorating the solitary urban-scape
With a soothing touch of
Virgin white!
The entire scene
A magical country,
Transmitting a feeling of peace
And wonderment,
To an international student,
Who has never seen such
A mesmerizing sight,
In real life,
On a Sunday afternoon,
Again---
Buried in his management books,
Chasing distant American Dreams,
Now---globalized in its reach,
Like their Big Mac and Disneyland.
