Winter Chills Poem by Masuma Mirza

Wanted a warm hug oh these harsh cool wind
WINTER IS STRIKING THE DOOR
The hot cup of coffee with blanket warped over me
OH! NO WINTER IS STRIKING THE DOOR
Reading near the fireplace lost in the rhythm of rocking chair
Ah! Gotcha said winter coming close to me
Restless on the chair I made my way to run
But soon winter holds me tight, I am caught he said with a grin
I am so freezed and squirmed a lot
Living with winter, like in prison
BUT HAPPY TO KNOW SUMMER WOULD BE SOON STRIKING OUR DOOR