Humans are Meant to be Warm

I think humans are meant to be warm, through settling fog dreads

And crisp stalks lone in dewdrop rain. Cradled in frail, shivering arms,

Bare, bare, bare and loved;

I truly think humans are meant to be warm

To bask in the most divine flames; warm.                                                                                                  

To ignite a hearth of loving embrace In the darkest evenings of the year. There are promises to keep

Through silent whisper trails of blur anear. In sounding silence of creeping dark

All that lovers ever want is to be warm.

I think humans never wanted anything more than to be warm.

Even with withered hands clasped at fraying rags,

Spots dark and feeble, calloused, drawn Engulfed in drying slit, perished and budding,

Wait, wait, wait and stopped.

I think humans were always meant to be warm

Held, loved, buried; warm.

Progga Paromita is swimming through life like a whale on a mission, collecting deep thoughts, whale milk, and plankton nuggets of wisdom. She is currently in her Junior year majoring in the Microbiology program from the Department of Mathematics and Natural Sciences, Brac university.