The starving and the homeless begging in the street.
Have the only notion of what frost feels like on bare feet.
Places where an orphan sleep alone and out of sight.
Heated only by a candle not much for them to bare.
Staring out through dimmed eyes pretending not to care.
If these word's and letters act as beacon or guiding light.
Have sympathy for the underprivlaged always not just christmas night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem