The Poor In Winter Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

The poor can't sleep at night
the tar is cold they are in fright
under the bridge, by the path
they can feel the winter's wrath
they huddle together incorners
of shops, walls and iron shutters
they kill the cold in the darkness
watching the smiles in the faces
the story repeats itself every year
come winter and they are in fear
for cold may catch them any time
they lay dead in dusts and grime
in winter their lives are in a mess
the poor die helpless and homeless