The Inuits Life Poem by Rizwana Sultana

The tiny icy igloo houses,
In the bitter winter,
They do suffice us,
To give us warmth and shelter.

Dressed in hoodies,
Mittens and long boots,
To beat the chilling cold,
We cover from head to foot.

Our family of Inuits,
Ride in the frosty fog,
In our sled,
Driven and pulled by dogs.

Hunting with harpoons and spears,
We do make our meals,
Fully dependent on fish,
Birds and meat of seals.

Be it a toothed walrus,
Or any huge caribous,
We fully relish it,
Our family of Eskimos.

We do boldly face,
The harsh coldness of Arctic,
Riding in wooden kayaks,
Our life, full of magic.

We use everything,
Even if a seal, we catch,
We use its skin, meat and oil,
And make our lighting match.

We are pioneers who learnt to reside,
Despite the life-taking temperature,
Be it the coldest winter,
We perform our daily adventure.

We also make our clothing,
From the animal skin and hide.
We are the indigenous people,
Facing the highest tide.