Harsh Winters of Delhi

drop dead tired
its fag end of day
time to hit slack
time for nap, lay
my bedding ready
nice, warm cozy
delhi winters on
fog, smog all lousy

some stars visible
moon still bright
breeze is chilly
moon cold light
the clouds descent
will be foggy soon
crowds will vanish
daily soaps boon

closing my eyes
i feel the chill
of winters to come
and icy thrill
its been snowing
up in the hills
cold air comes
streets it fills

far away i see
some wood burning
far away i see
some folks cuddling
shelter there is not
for them to cover
all they have
is smoke to hover

little by little
make slacks of hay
dressed in tatters
spend their day
and now it night
time to sleep
and all they have
is fire to heat

the gods are kind
sky's the roof
mankind is angry
there is no roof
right in corner
as i turn my car
I see same people
but living far

winters same
same chill to feel
we all cozy
some cold bones heel
i think to stop
but do not
for guilt is bigger
shame i have not.