Poor's Winter
They born in a world
A world of rich,
They suffer in a world
Ruling by the rich.
They known as Poor
In the world of rich.
Poor people have no money
To buy winter clothes.
They have no home, have only hopes,
That's why, they sleep in the road.
Winter is the month
They fear the most.
They often die in the cold
Winter is a month, they lose the most.
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Md. Naeem Aziz
Md. Naeem Aziz is a Bangladeshi Author, Writer, Poet, Engineer and Photographer. He is best known for his writings and photography. He was born on 10th December 1998. He is from Dhaka, Bangladesh.
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