By Mohammed Raiyan Alam N
Chill fog is messin over, am feeling parlous
Skin is hungry, blood is peakin out!
Can’t be resisting, am sniffing mist!
Am a messin savvy lad, learning to robust!
Steady and sane, they hit me down to pallid!
Being monk or being ritzy, perturb in parity!
Never want me rusting, work is so reeky!
Thinking why this planet is messin my favour!
Sun is turning back, through the leading clouds!
Want it be a skipper, whispering this globe!
If favors to be done, mattock on my land!
I ain’t hatin it, am resisting though!
Burden needs a guard, never seems to happen!
Felt it as a dream, the sun had an outing!
Found my own way, my shape got grinding!
Sun is humdinger, started blamin again!
By Mohammed Raiyan Alam N
Described winter in a better metaphor
Milked
Excellent
What a feeling i get after reading this ! really awesome