The Blizzard

The Blizzard

To be in the middle of weeds and crops is a great fortune, To know the taste, a bit, From all, From all those seasoned with vigor to fight. With the weeds fluttering in the wind, And the crops, They get choked by the weeds. One day, a great physician poked on Lily’s head, “Only greatly diseased needs great physician”; he said. From that day onwards, Her mental blindness started to ruin away. A Blizzard only life. No one expects. And is rare. A big blizzard may change all areas of our life, While a small blizzard affects a part. The big one will make us think thru each and every thought and action, Which the other ones cannot do. Most often, one does not fathom or follow anything or anybody from their preferred path, Without the intervention of the big one.