Poetry

Umme Hani Anika

The winter is a boon,

When you can get a hot cup of coffee

When you have blankets and jackets;

To keep you warm.

It is a boon,         

When you are showered with

Christmas gifts, birthday gifts

And the never-ending wedding invitations.

But, have you ever thought?

About the trees all barren and naked;

About the sun that cannot stay for long,

And about the people without a roof over their head.

How those people spent myriads of sleepless nights;

Teeth clattering, body shivering as the cold cruel wind blew,

Without a blanket, or a hot drink, huddling together for an ounce of warmth

To them is winter really a boon?