A riddle poem <br />- - - - - - - - - - <br />Nodding a polite face <br />On a chilly December evening <br />It warms you up <br />Close to your glossy-dull surface <br />Of your skin, it cuddles up <br />Through your fingertips <br />It laces to make a nest in your heart <br />And claims younger lungs at last <br />It rings around your face and nose <br />And seduces you to its addiction close <br />Its prey your delicate mind becomes <br />As after your oxygen it runs <br />It's the black child of a white father <br />A wingless bird flying <br />Even to clouds further <br />Closer to it you come, you shed tears <br />Spending for a moment with it <br />Makes you feel cool and collected <br />As in ignorant bliss you are left suspended <br />But the longer the company <br />The greater is the chance <br />To be withered at its hand <br />Now tell me what it is, my dear friend<br /><br />DEEPAK KUMAR PATTANAYAK<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-riddle-poem-2/
