Resort To Quilt



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