Poetry.
Blankets.
I am the most sought after product of the cold,
People cannot sleep at night without keeping me at hold,
I am created out of cotton and wool,
My presence gives a warm feeling whether it is less cool.
Rajasthan and Kashmir are famous for my creation,
Children, old and young people have my passion,
But I am only used by the rich and wealthy,
It’s a pity that I cannot keep the poor healthy.
With the addition of prices lower middle class cannot afford me,
The shop associations and companies earn wide profits through me,
I feel bad when people forget me after the passing of the winter,
I would have been happy if I could serve the people all round the year.
Welcome to Authspot, the spot for creative writing.
Read some stories and poems, and be sure to subscribe to our feed!