Shelter Poem by Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh
Shelter
When the light
of the kerosene lamp gone,
creaking sound
of the bullock cart not heard,
not seen
the beauty of the moonlit night.
Where the kind lady gone
and not seen the uneducated
poor farmer,
the tired wayfarer
cannot find a shelter
for the night.
Very meaningful write..... Thank u, dear poet.anjandev roy.
Shelter! ! ! Simplicity, Abode of peace and love; With the muse of the night. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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The tired wayfarer cannot find a shelter for the night. /// beautiful feelings about humanity