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Winter's Curse

By Dipanjana Paul


The winter’s curse has gotten my skin.

Infects my body day by day.

I scrub it down, 

And rub it ruthless,

Peel off my skin’s red,

Doesn’t go still yet.

Tear my skin,

And my flesh,

Doesn’t go still yet.


The bone show now, 

Scrub it! Scrub it!

Stubborn one

Doesn’t go yet!


Scratched bones, bitty flesh,

Left carcass of a lifeless, dead.

Scrub, scrub! Yet not gone!

An infected flesh on a dead, corpse.


Oh winter! You took my flesh!

So tell me when

Do you take the trace?


By Dipanjana Paul



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