There is a blizzard outside and
Snow flakes strike at window pane,
Cozily sprawling by the fireside
‘twas so euphoric – can’t explain.
I can imagine the chill of rain,
With biting cold that hurts,
Snug inside the warm environs
Utterly safe from the dirt- squirts.
Best things, in the life, are free
This we must, always, realize,
Chasing fancy material items,
Quality of life we compromise.
Thankful to God for small comforts,
A sense of blessing all the way,
Fills me with gratitude and I bow,
Fold my hands and begin to pray.
~ Sudha Dixit
Bangalore, India