Winters
Raising finger caused pain,
Because the clotted blood inside cracked,
As the finger straightened,
So was true with full body parts,
Outside the temperature was in minus,
Taking in of water was done with a view,
That nothing could be lost out,
Your stomach was well preserved in the cold,
I wore a warm inner and then more warm clothes,
Overcoat and et al till clothes,
Exceeded body weight,
Working anything was tough as exposed hands numbed,
And looked to hold something hot,
I tried and put on everything,
That could bring temperature to that of room,
All work suffered from cold,
And could not be done as was to be,
It was winters and always so,
Nature was hostile and man tried to adapt,
Earth was revolving the way it did,
And possibly I could not help.
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