Coward cold

M Minakshi Devi
Cold is coward,it bullies the poors.
But passes by mansions with AC rooms or furnace heat.
And secured with well built windows and doors.
Cold is coward,it harasses the child and women in rags,
But will grow mild,will retire before  the bodies with rich tags,
Or those who can fight it with fire or warm sleeping bags.
Cold cracks the poor,the mortals whose fortunes shrink
It stands beside the frozen sink,
Pinching children who need a drink.
But cold is not cruel if you face it with blankets and fuel,
As winter ushers in,the hunting cold crawls in,
In search of its prey,in frails and olds,
As an invisible djinn.
The blustery wind begins to rumble until lips get chapped with a breath of icy cold,
Teeth chatter and body shudders whatever might it may hold.
Mortals know,cold is a coward-  a boor,
It is the eternal curse and foe of the poor.