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Cold are the days

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