One morning when I woke up, I found myself dead,
I felt as if my body was on ice bed,
My soul was mum,
My head was numb,
My skin was senseless,
My body was defenseless,
My limb was swollen,
My face was melon.
The cloth that was covering my body ,
I felt as if it was mourning.
But why this sudden death?
From 0.001 mm hole of that cloth,
entered an infant snowy breeze & uttered,
"Don't kilter, its only winter".
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