Poem: Winters

 Bismillah, 

People are thinking of, 

Winter as a demon. 

Saying we hate the chill and the clouds. 

They make it a big deal. 

Bigger than it should be. 

If I wet my shoes or clothes with water. 

They shriek and say "What happened? "

If my hands are cold, 

They shriek so urgently that I think I've hurt them... 

Winter is a season too, 

We mustn't blame the cold. 

The body might need the cold, 

Too. 

You're now saying, 

"I like summers"

But when the summers are actually here, 

You'll say I like winters. 

But when winters are here, 

You're thinking of it, 

As a demon.