Cold are the days
gloomy is the sky
staring up high
Grey and navy strands glare seemingly high
looking in displease
it may rain
why a sudden climate change ?
cold are the days
the orange ball seems playing nine
not getting up
even when cock sings nine
gloomy are the sky
maybe showing shreds of crying all time
why a sudden change of breeze beside ?
cold are the days
smitten are the cheeks
hands shoved in
finding heat
smoking and blazing fires at sides
small puppies running beside
kids running every time
fighting for only pair of gloves lying on street side
gloomy is the sky
maybe a few drizzles
will make it cooler beside
cold are the days
breeze gushes inside
glasses in fog
shades misty and eyes shut by
broken are legs
swollen the eyes
bluish cramps hitting over nine
why does the sky look gloomy all time
cold are the days
sweet popcorn adores the smelling eyes
appetite is less
why does mouth drool by
sugar candies selling hot
kebab seekers lining by
gloomy skies don’t shed tears all time
cold are the days
car skidding all time
Stuffed passengers in sweaters of all kind
listening to music running by
while the radio speaks of the blockage by
will the sky dry
will the orange ball return on time
will the passengers seep in hot blankets
munching hot potatoes
sipping hot coffee
beating the cold by
cold are the days
the tap runs dry
no water slips
all becomes ice
cold are the ears
sore the throat
frost bites lace the toes
and headaches chorus all time
lazy lady
attached to the blanket
sleeps by
not willing to greet the morning sky
be alone you gloomy sky
no time to spare to the cold dries
running over the spine
Munching sweets
drinking coffee all time
sucking the peanuts inside
cold days become hot days soon
maybe the rhetoric shall continue
complaints of summer days to continue