Winter War

Decked in callous gloomy dress

Throwing chilled smile as of her face

Letting everyone know of her presence

Covers she all with an arctic blanket

Receives they with a cozy smile

A class of distinct people

Equipped with warm armour

Diluted blood with toxic liquor

Blends her existence

In their wintry cocktail party

Ooops ! A wretched season this is

For the masses living line below poverty

Begun a brutal war once again

Between poor and winter

Pulling up the shabby blanket

Curls within him a shivering bagger

Upon the stiff nude concrete

Misty winter morn emerge as usual

Blowing the trumpet of its victory

A class of distinct people

Equipped with warm armour

Bestow cash for the funeral

As if performed his social duty

Date: 23/01/2012