Wintry Whirls..............

Maa,show me a warmer place..(no offense meant to you, of course)
My old cotton quilt, oh, the cuddliest embrace
Every morn, why make me feel,the hug is a disgrace?
After what struggle, i created the cosy space? My carapace!
And your efforts to have me displace/d?
Come, get in, it is almost an anaesthetising mace!.........................

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So comforting this abode of verse
Feel the words of the world very terse
The debates, the dialogues, a modern curse
But for the poems, the world would've been much worse
Silence any day for me , not the hollow words
Still, when the words escape, if loose are the strings of the purse
The echoes of silence, in my abode of verse, i nurse..........................................2.



Long back, stopped looking in the mirror
Can't look into my own eyes, sheer terror
No morals, no courage to go through the horror
Easier to sulk from self, until surer...................................................................3.