Many think of snow fall
The ‘white Xmas’ too
Waiting to enjoy them
In joyous winter chills
Fully draped in woolens
Cozy and comfortable
Playing around in joy
With plenty to spend for!
I think of the miseries of
People shivering with
And struggling to survive
In this biting cold weather
For them it’s a curse
Thrust on them by God
With no or few means
Awaiting spring season
Hoping to arrive soon!
2 comments:
sard raton ka rona,garibi ka hona,
kismat ki syahi ka bas bojh dhona,
ye saari saugaten abhvon ki hai ,
Dinkar ne garibi ko rekhankit karte huye likha...maa ki chati se chipak thithur sardi ki raat bitate hai...shwanon ko milta doodh vastra bache bhukhe akulate hai...abhav me jeene wale ko ye duniya agar mil bhi jaye to kya hai.
sir, can u please tell me the name of this poem?
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