It’s sharp, it’s piercing, it’s punishing;
The cruel winter wind
My soul shivers as it whips!
I sit wrapped up within the layers of the furry blanket
Sipping slowly from the glass of rum
But nothing helps!
The only fire that would work
Is the touch
Of your skin,
The only drink that would intoxicate
Is the poison from your lips
How I would love you to cling to me;
Like a comma to a word!I wonder!
How I would love to be imprisoned in your arms;
Like the pearl in an oyster!
To be away from you at this
Is the severest of crimes
Perhaps that’s why
I’m being punished
By the cruel winter –
Written by: Santosh Kumar
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson