Only I skin scrapped suffer much in Winter;
All are fantastically busy sans any trouble
Even with fans running on full speed now!
Sans the protective skin none can tolerate
The bitterness of winter cold weather sure
And that I bearing with biting my teeth long!
Unbearable the body seems to be in this long
And slow going winter in this leap year sans
Any respite for me though I patently wait....!
Will the suffering go to waste (I philosophically
And intellectually brood over) while suffering
A lot unless I am settled in warm bed forever?
Survival of the fittest does not seem to be wrong
While undergoing the harshness of Winter cold!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem