It is cold
I am unable to hold
Myself from seeking warmth
I seek for the woolen clothes
I seek fire to protect myself from the hard blows
Of the winter
Spring is very far
What do I do?
I can lament of no use
Coz the chill is sure to last and this is true
Can one change the season
It will play though you have many a reason
To go for a change
You cannot for long or short range
Nature is there to take its course
Humans can never succeed though apply the force
I can only seek comfort by keeping pace with season
I stand by the gas oven with one reason
To be in my comfort zone
I smile to stand alone.
Topic(s) of this poem: winter
Form: Blues Poem
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