Under An Archway Comments

We, poets praise winter, we praise the beauty of snow; we praise the cold breeze of winter but in the world there are so many people who are homeless; the bitter coldness of winter; the schorching summer; the cruelity of monsoon is curse for them really; nice to read your poetic theme

wonderful testment on homelessness

Relevant piece.....well composed..

the coldness of a lost relationship handcuffed by circumstance actually grabbed my attention first. The rest just defines the hypocrites we all can be at times. Homelessness is sad. But always someone else's problem.

Year after year our country cares for the homeless people, when bitter cold in winter, they can sleep sheltered, warm and having had their desert, great cup of warm soup and brown bread, like this year after year, small country.greatest care for homeless people.