This Winter Too Is No Different Poem by M D Dinesh Nair

Timely poem expressing the perils of the homeless. They need all help to survive the severity of winter. Thank you.

Winter is not that severe in Mumbai comparing to Delhi, Bhopal, Surat, Shimla etc. Pathetic are the conditions for homeless ones. Beautiful write.

a very good write......yes winters are not looked forward to in such north indian cities and several other countries where its freezing cold and many die - we are blessed enought to enjoy a cool yet pleasant n romantic climate wherein we can go under the blankets and have a long sleep, totally unaware of the realistic situation across many countries in the globe.

Very well written, Dinesh. Fate of poor and destitute is equally worse in summer when mercury soars to 45/46 degrees or when rivers are in spate and overflow their banks submerging thousands of acres of land rendering poor hutment dwellers homeless, year after year. It is the poor who always suffer: the 'haves' who wield the power wont heed.

The plight of the homeless as Om Chawla sir has described is miserable all through the seasons who are starkly exposed to the changing fury of nature in the form of heat waves, chilly blasts, torrential rain, drought etc. We poets may be lost in its 'pleasant' grip And we may sleep under a blanket warm and forget the rest. Let us spare a little time yet in anguish and concern Over the hapless victims of this winter of reality... Yes, 'let us not forget the ballads of the slums'! ! Very moving and powerful lines!

nice write.... winter in India.... no winter is the same. all winters might be the same... it depends, hahaha

Strong words to tell the reader of the homeless plight in the cold nights of the winters claws of death...you open your heart to tell this tale of the poorest of the poor...thanks for your message and care...regards

This poem is a summons to people of good will to rally in support o those less fortunate. You vivdly describe the need for this inteervention and only a stony-hearted person could read your and not be moved to action.

seasons of changes that rage around us........some that sooth, some that thrash.............but as a poet says They are clouds/ they will fly away as all clouds do.................excellent poem of past and present and future as well.........

The poem sets the tone with the first two lines - This winter too, we can see / Will arrive like a dragon - This is the most objective assessment of the tyranny unleashed by the winter season. Hats off to you, dear poet.