Winter beggars

Dewy mornings 
Are a waste
For the beggars
Rushing in haste

Catching kites
Stuck in poles
Wearing skin
Ripped in holes

Sitting alone
Loving flakes
Wounded bodies
Spirits in aches

Ribs get counted
Angry stares
Death arrives
In crimson flares.

K.Akhtar (written on 9th Jan 2021 , in New Delhi, for my daughter Anam who suggested this title)

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