Shree Rameshbhai G. Kachhadiya
President
The frozen white tapering cone Silently carrying the ideas sown Softly touches the blackish frame And gently plays many a game.
It imprints ‘n melts but doesn’t cry While the melted snowflakes fly and fly It’s scattered and strewn on the floor But opens the locks of many a door. Into the brain its figures pass And the juvenile minds get a gloss It reflects , gives, passes and inducts Thoughts , knowledge, ideas and conducts. Trample and swept and thrown in a bin Lies it there sans kith and kin But its designs on the blackish frame Bring eternally many a fame.