Winter Pleasure

By Ritu Singh

Fragrance of winter coming

Swag of sun changing,

I could run more into sleep

The warmth of blanket blending into my skin,

Runny nose and dandruff talk

Fog and peeking sunlight's ramp walk,

Unhidden greed for food to be seen

Moisturizing lotion’s sale gets increased,

Self-pleasure's frequency is on fire

Thought to get rum needs a long wire,

Procrastination to bathe is no more deceiving

Oh my winter, why you are so much into pouring relief.

By Ritu Singh