Winter And Poverty Poem by Aftab Alam
Winter And Poverty
Coughing under the transparent roof,
With the rhythm of horse hoof,
Stars and moon and heaven; all witness,
O My God-O My God, cure my sickness,
Shivering cold and challenges bold,
Waiting for sun with great hope,
My pain you have to elope,
Every night, under the heaven's light,
This is how they, the poor, they fight,
©2014 Aftab Alam Khursheed. All rights reserved
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