Visits repaid

As i scribble here

with all my heart

there is this something

refraining me, pushing apart

Among these lashes

of the chill revisited

a familiar congestion

seems incarnated

Through the hair

across the face

down the spine

this quiver, in a race

And my eyes find their way

across the lone silent street

coughing, yet notorious fog

with arms wide open

declines to retreat

Its daytime or evening

hard to say

the oldie fog

never fails to find his way

way to the street

of the rich, the fast

the envious who last

and of the poor, the slow

least bothered to know

He keeps on growing

mightier and taller

engulfs life over

renders an uncertain pallor

He being the villain

Coffee the hero

aroma suffices

and a sip proves Him zero

Mercury dips

and the saga retold

But the life rattles on

as Dad says

'Have it, you've caught cold !'

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Happy Winters !

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