In the gusty chilly night
When all warmly, sheltered
But one in the wind
It could’ve been me
In the womb of the dawn
Caught by icy cold
With neither coat nor jacket
It could’ve been me
Pasturing on the strange street
Ill-figured by the snow
And scourged by the sun
It could’ve been me
With no friends but flies
Walking in the lonely world
With no one to call mine
It could’ve been us
Though we were not
But may we then learn
They need our love and care.
***Dedicated to the disabled of our society
For the sake of Humanity, I think
For Her love too, I write.***
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