Uttar Dinajpur, West Bengal
The morning dew fell softly, like a light veil,
They stayed in silence, waiting for the sun’s trail.
But the sun doesn’t rise—oh, the sun won’t show,
The fog’s tight grasp and winds fiercely blow!
The grass and flowers plan to make their stand—
Why no roof above like others in this land?
In winter's chill, they’re plagued with fever’s bite,
Their frail bodies shiver through the night!
Why does no one care for their plight so dire?
Why does everyone seem to crush and conspire?
No one hears their voices, no one feels their pain,
It seems in this world, no one is their gain!
They curl up and cry, feeling the cold’s disdain,
The sun rises and says, “The cold’s not here again.”
You must fight the cold, with the sun’s warmth in sight,
Wrap yourself in its glow, and face the fight.