Killing Cold Poem by Sathya Narayana

Killing Cold



Killing is the cold
My only hope
Your warmth

You're cold-hearted
I know, like the mountain rock
But my fingers too
Are flint stones

Won't summer sear
Winter bite
And rains drench?
You're normal
Just human
Vulnerable to love virus
Susceptible to passion fever...
Take me in...
I'm the anodyne!

Monday, September 19, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: love,coldness,virus,winter
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Sathya Narayana

Sathya Narayana

Nellore, Andhra Pradesh
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