It was a cold, rainy night,
I looked out of the window blankly..
I saw it,
My heart felt it..
He was cold and had no blanket,
I could see him shivering, Everyone kept running for shelter.
He couldn't run home like others. He was homeless!.

Dragging his feet... he saw a kiosk that had a roof. The ground was dirty and wet.
The rain kept pouring down..
He craved to be warm, pulling his torn shoes... He laid down and rested his raunchy head on the torn shoes...

As he used a polythene bag as blanket, he couldn't stop howling, as the cold was extreme.
He was a pauper who needs shelter. His eyes were red...he lacked rest. As he closed his eyes and winced...
© Damie