The Homeless

There are so many homeless Lying on the pavements, Under the flyovers and bridges, Inside shanties and under trees; Rain lashes them and drives them Away to take shelters in railway Platforms or sheds in bus stations; Winter makes them shiver, Some take relief from biting Cold sitting by the fire; Some scurried under trucks and Heavy vehicles parked at road sides. Summer sips away blood from Their bodies as they work in heat; They sleep in open on the empty Verandahs of the shops in the night; There should be shelter homes In and every towns and cities for The homeless to sleep in peace.