Misty morning…

Misty morning, foggy dreams,

Splendid with million words, like milk full of cream,

Blanket was black, but the mist was white,

Bodies were shivering on another height,

I, walking alone on the empty road,

I was freeze n’ froze like a chilled pond’s toad,

I, stopped for a moment to look around,

Was amazed by a familiar sound,

There was a child, shivering in an old blanket,

Was full of splendid dreams, but lost in his thought kit,

He was suffering but smiling along,

Sharing his blanket with a snowy white dog,

I, stopped for a moment, was invisible in the mist,

Watching the kid’s face, that was full of gist,

I, gathered some courage, to reach around,

He dropped his blanket with ‘hey! Come’ sound,

Was playing with his dog, without more clothes,

And here, I was wearing a heavy over-coat,

Little guilt, sorrow n’ thoughts,

Stopped my steps in lost thoughts,

Why, there’s a line of poor n’ rich,

Can’t they raised it up, to get equally enrich,

I, put the coat there, felt a strange joy,

The boy was enjoying with his dog like a warm toy,

I, put the coat not ‘cause he was poor,

I did it ‘cause I felt too poor,

I, sobbed in pity, watched that smiling around,

Steadily step back, was lost in the town,

The morning was visionary, misty as a dream,

Splendid with million of words, that were full of cream…