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A Pleasant Winter

A pleasant winter

Cool nights and starry skies,

Fragrance of mango flowers,

The buzz of vrischikakkattu...

I cherish those days at home...

December is my favorite month...


It's winter in Bahrain.

The Sun who used to be

furiously bright and hot ,

stays languid and spiritless

The wind and occasional rain

accelerate the descent of

already dropping mercury levels.


The Bahrain national flags flutter  

on the buildings and along the road..

It's the week of the national day

It's celebrations all over..


Decorating a Christmas tree,

Building a sand castle on the beach

Patting a rabbit and a cat

I glide along the days

holding tiny hands of my little girl!! 


Preetha Raj

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