Blankets - Poem by Ajit Das
Bone-shaking wintry night deepens;
traffic thins out from the busy crossing;
an eerie silence slowly descends.
A few homeless mortals below the flyover
huddle together to ward off the cold.
A van draws up and stops near the site.
An old man unloads a bundle of blankets,
distributes them among outstretched hands.
A feeling of gratitude glints in their eyes -
tomorrow's dawn may not be so distant after all!
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