Frostbite

By Gurtej Singh Dutta

I have this treasure box, Deep inside a mystical cave, Filled with the cozy-warm clothes I gathered within my journey. Which I believed would protect me From that evil frost That often comes my way.

But what's sad is, The box won't open. Even when the deadly frost creeps Through my spine. And I lay there, Begging for it to open. By Gurtej Singh Dutta