Chilly Poem by Aparna Chatterjee
Chilly
The chill in the air
Makes me guess
Autumn is there.
Soon after, winter
Will enter....
Winter I dread --
Flu it will spread.
I don't fear dying.
But if I say, I cherish
Living, that would be
Lying.
But death is a blessing compared to the agony of gasping for wisp of air…
Hmm! Nice one! ‘Winter I dread too! Not in fear of flu, for the winter flu is not that common or dreaded in India. But I am allergic to almost everything and it causes heavy wheezing. I feel, death is close by.
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8/28/2026 4:10:02 AM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
That's sad to hear, Unnikrishnan Ji. In the winter, please wrap up warm and take care.