I switched off the
ceiling fan
as wind blows the coolest,
heart yearns for a warm hug
the moment slipped
between noon and evening.
as wind blows the coolest,
heart yearns for a warm hug
the moment slipped
between noon and evening.
I took pleasure, as
sunlight
took a bright step into the home;
the air still filled by cold
sends goose bumps
to places could not define.
took a bright step into the home;
the air still filled by cold
sends goose bumps
to places could not define.
The wind is colder
when blows through the alley,
the back door become a cooler
to chill down everything
rather my heartburns sometime.
I feel for a warm embrace
what does my blanket at night,
and from the arms of dad
there is no wonder
December is a month of cold.
when blows through the alley,
the back door become a cooler
to chill down everything
rather my heartburns sometime.
I feel for a warm embrace
what does my blanket at night,
and from the arms of dad
there is no wonder
December is a month of cold.
Well said. It is cold here too.
ReplyDeleteJeevan ~ Sending you lots healing energy hugs ~ Wonderful poetry ~ ^_^
ReplyDeleteHappy Moments to You,
A ShutterBug Explores,
aka (A Creative Harbor)
Nice writing, I really like it. I'm always cold this time of year especially when I leave my warm bed in the morning.
ReplyDeleteHave a wonderful day, Jeevan.
I hope you have a way to get warm.
ReplyDeleteThe weather is cooler during this monsoon season and sometimes we can sleep comfortably without switching on the fan.
ReplyDeleteIt’s cold here as well, but I couldn’t express the way I feel about it as well as you do.
ReplyDeleteYou caught the season in ur poem
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