In the morning, your eyes open up
You don’t want to get up
As all around the comforter
Dread, death, terror is dump.
After a while of hue and cry
When the vocals of Mom started to dry
By calling your name under the sky
You still don’t want to give it a try!
After some time, you would be in a tub
Drooped, frosted by the thought as the rub
You are here peeking at the lump
As if avoiding your Dad’s snub.
This is Chillai Kalan of the Vale you know!
It traps you inside as outside is snow
Deep, fresh and lovely though
This is Chillai Kalan of the Vale you know.