Translation By: Neeraj Santoshi

Snow Still falls abundantly

Like in our childhood days

Crows still

Caw on the chinars

From the rooftops

snow slips

Like loose edges of a glacier

Dogs leap, roll and play

Snow still falls abundantly

Like in our childhood days

But we are not the same

Life now pulsates differently

Neither do we make a snowman

in our compounds

Nor throw snowballs

on one another.

Without celebration

goes the first snowfall

No more ecstasies

on unhurt slips

No more shooting of nicknames.

Sitting near the window

For a brief while

we watch the falling snow

And with memories of good old days

we move away from the window.

Translation By: Neeraj Santoshi

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