Cold

​She smiles as
his woolen makes her warm.
And holding
her gentleman’s hand
she loves her winter walk
to her address.

Little do they stop
for the roadside mother behind.
Whose tattered cloth
is her final fight
to save her crying baby
held abreast.

True,
My city is cold tonight.

© Arindam Dey

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