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Be gone thou infernal cold

Come not near me; be gone thou infernal cold!

I abhor thee with my weary bones, oh so old.

Go! Cavort with the young and the fighting fit,

Leave me be, in relative peace let myself sit.

 

Why o’ why, into my aged joints, must thou steal?

O’ winter you scare me, in your icy fingers I squeal.

Why must thou creep into my nights and chill me?

Thou make my joints pop and creak, can’t you see?

 

My wrinkled skin, shrivels under thy frigid touch

Spare me O’ wretched season, do I ask for much?

Shoo! Be gone! Find someone younger to torment.

When thou art gone, they are ones who lament!

 

By Sonal Singh

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  1. 🤪🤪
    Hilarious one. The Jointy Story😃😃
    Bichare old bones can’t take the harshness of winter chill. Par aap to abhi jawan ho🤪🥰🥰🥰
    Lovely one. Read it in Feb when published, the winter prompt.

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Written by Sonal Singh

Sonal believes that life is a repertoire of anecdotes strung together in a colourful array, like a beaded necklace. The various situations that we encounter, the many incidents of every day, make life a melange of tales and conversational tidbits. And, that is what she attempts to capture through her writing.
She is passionate about writing and is a contributor to several online literary forums and platforms. Her poems and stories have been published in several anthologies.
Sonal is the recipient of Asian Literary Society’s Gitesh Biva memorial award for 2019 and the Prasanna Jena memorial award for 2019, for literary excellence. She is also the recipient of the Orange Flower Award for Parent Blogging for 2020 and emerged as a finalist for the Orange Flower Award for her writing in the arena of LGBTQ+ awareness, also in 2020. In Feb. 2020 she was awarded a certificate of literary excellence by the Asian Literary Society.

When not writing, she manages her HR consultancy business out of Mumbai.

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