Cold Feet Poem by Abdul Moiz
Cold Feet
Working barefoot in so much cold
Carrying the burden of their household
Not having school bags on their backs
Destined to carry their heavy sacks
Roaming the streets in search of litter
They have lost their childhood glitter
Not crying on the murder of their joys
Holding trash instead of toys
Witnessing childhood die within a child
Alas! we are so dead inside
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8/28/2026 10:01:28 AM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
A refined poetic imagination, Abdul Moiz. You may like to read my ars poetica named, Poetic Sense-1. Thank you.