I see them playing around, with winter marking their skin white.
When I sit in my cozy car, they knock my window asking for some pyaar.
Whenever they knock, I am in shock. What should I do?
I waited for winters, and this time I wanted her to be more fun.
She arrived with all the beauty – chill spreading, wind blowing, fog looming.
I bought new jackets, new shoes, new caps, new everything to celebrate her arrival.
For them, she is a friend of death and poverty.
Poverty wants to send them to death and now, so will Winter.
Winter marks another injustice to them.
I have all the reasons to enjoy her company and they have all to justify her farewell.
When I find it difficult to wake up in the morning, they find it difficult to sleep in the night.
I enjoy as many sips of kadak adrak chaai as I want, they just want one to make them feel human.
I buy antibiotics and anti-allergic tablets and cough syrups and lozenges to ensure that I continue enjoying with her.
They find it difficult to find even one, to keep them alive or to at least make them die a bit later than sooner.
I watch news channels to find out how cold it had been – I notice temperatures and number of deaths as the parameters. And then I talk to all, about how cold my city has been.
Their birth never got registered but their deaths found a number, a mention, so what if collectively.
And, I am still enjoying with her, with Winter.
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