At 4:01 AM

a thought of switching
On the light
at 4 am in the night
to sit upright
pick the diary and pencil
to write

arrived

but

within a minute
the same thought died
to winters, I told
I am in no mood to fight
so let me sleep tight

at 4:01 am in the night
I hugged my pillow
pulled the blanket
and said good night

@ Kritika

Winters are sweet. There innocence lets our bodies experience the warmth of the blankets for some more hours. Unless the bladder is full.

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