A coin

A coin has two sides

That never see each other

Face to face forever ……

And each

Remain closely aloof as a

stranger neighbour…….

But

I and you

Are not coins

But buddies

With warm hearts …..

Though winter is

In its elements

Do not despair......

Now don’t dream

Of the Sun in vain,

As winter

Does its routine...

Won’t give you warmth

As you huddle in the cold,

On the floor…….

Come to me

My little shepherd

I’ll share the warmth of

My living wool and my heart

Till they skin me and

Make me a garment

On some one’s shoulder,

While tasting my flesh

On the table

With laughter and wine!!!