Frosty Struggle
On a cold frosty
Winter night
He sits huddled
With his plight
Of faring the still
More freezing days
Under the broken shed
In this blinding haze
A daunting task
For a man of few means
To keep alive while
Death nearby gleans
The others who
Lay under the stars
Without any wounds
Cuts or scars
Another war he, will
Have to fight
To stay alive to
See next day’s light
Some how or other
He still manages
To stand firm while
Life still rummages
For weaker souls
Who never struggled
Never bore pain
Always wriggled
But he will have
The same struggle tomorrow
To hold back life
When death begins borrow.
© Ritu Raj
12/17/2006 11:52:38 PM
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"To hold back life
When death begins borrow."
-- well said
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