With fog, mist, snow, cold windy features
Thou hazy nature
Come every winter
I have no warm clothes, a poor
Shelterless, half fed figure
Even have no means to make a fire.
Copyright © Muzahidul Reza │ 9 July, 2018
From womb of paleness Winter grasp poor and rich bands as most poor and rich! ! ! (senryu) nice writings...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem in short, the poor suffer hard in winter, thanks for sharing