Winter cold still not losing its vigour
Time has dragged it to its fag end
And so, Winter as last resort makes
All cuddle with dear ones in the bed!
Getting up has already slowed down
So much that it is not an easy joke
To wake up earlier to mind usual works
As last round of sleep can't be neglected!
If such a privilege is ignored, all day is
A hell to manage with drowsiness ever
Pulling down one's interest even to do
The things one is best at anytime of day!
Life is not a time-table work to follow ever,
But a pleasure to enjoy all things possible!
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