On A freezing winter night,
Hot soup with fries to bite;
Wrapped up in worsted,
Family, with a dog well fed.
Fire dancing in the hearth,
Laughter resounding in mirth;
Howling wind knocking on the pane,
Trying to reach the conscience in vain;
On a freezing winter night,
For a square of shelter they fight;
Threadbare coats and sock less feet,
Huddled up bodies seeking heat;
Luke warm tea, a piece of bread,
Newspaper blankets hastily made;
Howling wind knocking on their bones,
Longing eyes on the distant cozy homes!
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