The Cottage

A small shelter, old and free
Outdistance to go for thy,
Woods in background are deep
It is adorable and amazing to keep.

 Unmoving at the fire place in
Seated as the watchers responsibility is,
In the presence of night and cold
I ought to trapped hither the cottage.

 The dawn is pleasant the dusk is dark
Nightfall is endearing as no one sees,
Alone or with sugar here
Pleasant the clock reminds to keep.

 Sight from windowpane sees the other side
Lake there I see drives by,
With wish to remember until I fly
I ought to trapped hither the cottage.
                                  —Shantanu Singh

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