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Toya Nath Chapagain

Thriller

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Toya Nath Chapagain

Thriller

WINTER PAIN

WINTER PAIN

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Decreasing temperature, increasing chills,

Fade up with foggy bites and snowy hills.

Frostbitten fingers killing the joys,

Enclosed in a room, having no choice.

Deserted surroundings and naked trees,

Heart shivers with cold sea breeze.

No chirping of birds and no natural strain,

Only chills of coldness outputting pain.

Woolen clothes fabricating thick structure,

Fade up of cool and boring winter.

Hard to celebrate the cosmic merriments,

Dizzy days accompanying joyless environment.

With the hopes of warm and pleasant kiss,

Having spring as the wave of inner peace.

Looking forward to welcoming the spring,

And glance with expect what spring will bring.



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