War With Winters! Poem by Naga Vamshidhar Ratakonda

Oh my thigh Muscle,
Don't pull up Time & Again,
Sleepless nights Many,
That I have to Spend,
Without a dear one in Bed!

Oh my sharp Teeth Jaw,
Don't pull up Now & Then,
Aches that I can't Bear,
In Naps of my Night Sleep,
Without a Pain Killer Pill!

Oh my Silent Ear Twins,
Don't Ache every Time,
Sucking the Chill Air,
From the Winter Breeze,
Without a bud of Cotton Fill!

Oh my decent Nose,
Don't Sneeze and Run,
Holding my Breath Away,
And allow me to Doze Off,
Without a Hand Kerchief!

Oh my Sweet Throat,
Don't go Dry or Wet Soar;
With fluid Plum Spitting,
Don't make me look Plumb,
Without a Vapour Balm!

With No Sight of Tropical,
And Several for Topical,
A Tactical Ammunition,
Ready within Eye Sight,
Without a Choice To Make!

Murmuring My Fate,
Harsh Season to Blame,
Woolen Gear Armoured,
Declared War with The Winters,
Without a Whither for Weather!