A LOVELY GLIDE

Both of us were in between,
The lovely glides of fluffy flakes,
Gliding fast as fish hurry in blue,
To evade the trap of her hunt,
So were we to evade eyes to meet.

The same day, same moment same tone,
Harsh as these snowy frozen nights,
Enquired he in an arrogant way,
What exigency compels me to held converse,
That too in sleepless wintery nights?

Replied yet, shouted he as hoot of an owl,
Let him have his flavour of life,
As if tied him to tell a tale hung upon.