Whispers of Cold Nights

Children on streets.

The winter we welcome with hands
It has frozen cold nights on the land
Child in the nocturnal still on streets
Responsibilities have made them man
Shivering body but still has energy
Reclining for a while with the stand
Hands in my pocket are feeling warm
Making my mentation able to understand
 
The breeze in the night makes me tremble
How do you think this a child can handle?
Poverty has made his abode gloomy
The only light in their house is the candle
Memories of bio get imprinted on the heart
This is the life, and we have to gamble
 
This boy was shuddering in a nook
His life was just like an open book
He was hungry and thirsty at night
Immiseration has distorted his looks
We are happy on these cold nights
What to say to these bright childs
Oh Allah! Let us have the empathy
Make our country, prosper with remedy