Whom do I call on this frosty morning
today, the wind is chilly and freezing
as the snow sails through this air
I Feel you are missing, but still here
the Deodhars are covered, now all white
forest which was green, is now white
the hills of Himachal are all covered
waterfall frozen and streams covered
shivering sun hides somewhere inside
men are out, there is nowhere to hide
tugging along in their daily chores
crossing rivers with sticks not ores
sitting idle waiting for the sun, I think
my sweet memory of you makes me blink
how do I call you for whats your name
I did not ask then, only I am to blame
looks like the winter is bad this year
not sure how I will call you from here
address unknown, snow forces you indoor
but unexpectedly I still hit ice's floor
I join the gongs singing around fire
realize they all are ready to hire
Only person the markets talk is you
and everyone has some or other clue
Relaxed now even if it continues to snow
Who to call this frosty morning I know
where woods are burning and smoke rises
that's where you, where all my hope lies.
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