Written by: Swarnapali Liyanage

The worst feeling of my heart;
Springs up with a sudden fast beat.
Begs a loving arm around shoulders;
Pleads for a walk along dark  boulevards.
Appeals a warm kiss over forehead;
Compels to snuggle under a canopy head.
" How dare you!
Are you senseless?
I command you to hibernate,
'Cos  winter is not over yet."