The Winter Bed
- a Poem
- by Prakriti
Bed is cozy, and oh! that soft blanket
The lazy winter is here
Procrastination at its peak
love for warmth is so much to fight
But to live, you got to leave.
The greatest question arises
Shall I fold the blanket, make the bed
What if the chair is cold?
Hoping for some bed tea
But to live, you got to leave.
The mind is fresh, dew drops cold
Sun peeking through the fog
My bed is looking at me
With the innocence, calling me in
I turned my face, focused on the table
The lamp looks warm but
Damn, the chair is cold
But to live, u need to leave,
The bed.
Prakriti
from Raipur, in Chhattisgarh, India, is just like Nature, as her name implies. She enjoys observing people and often writes about them as she imagines.
2 thoughts on “The Winter Bed”
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A year from now you may wish you had started today…! So its better to fight to cold,laziness,procrastination, and anything that stops you.
Keep ahead.
Love ❤