Susurrus

By Hakima Tabassum

I always wished for a bizarre atmosphere,

Floating in a cold breeze.

Without rolling under any hot stuffs,

Neither feeling warm nor getting freeze.

Grabbing and cuddling the blanket,

And gazing at the soaked trees.

Deeply listening to the “ Tak tik Tak” music,

And again inviting the sleep disease.

By Hakima Tabassum