Resort To Quilt

5

 

Zeenat Hussain

The dark cold winter night,

Bring a shudder and a chill to the might

 

The star at a distance so high.

Part oblivious, because of the cloud in the sky,

 

The severe, pouring December rain,

From which even the umbrella covered, refrain.

 

I love to stay indoors,

And protect myself from the downpour.

 

I snuggle up warm and cozy in my eider-down quilt,

 

Watching television, sipping coffee,

Plunged on my bed, with my pillow at a slight tilt