" Winter's sharp blow" ( a poem)

As are a child’s cheeks reddened

By the unkind blows of winter harsh

Or by one’s blow of unkind barbs

That renders pain beyond end

Turned yellow tinged, green guava fruit

Rather red when impinged by winter

With its intentions rude and sinister

And winds relentlessly cruel as a brute.

And pleasant dark green, guava leaves

Are bent and curled , and straight no more

And are henna-red, that were green before

Part of the tree, that no more heaves.