Why So Cruel Poem by V P Mahur

Chilled heartless night
Biting gusty breeze
Like the heartless
Time’s slaps
Peace
Like that of graveyard
Every creature is
Covered with laziness
Intoxicated
Early hour of night
Unaware of his unbearable
Pains the sky death rains
Like a wealthy cruel
Attrocate
Cold dew drops
Wetten the dark
Silent trees and his
His coiled voiceless
Cloth less body
O cruel Heavens!
Thou too teases
This poor trodden
Whose soul
Is fully torn
By this heartless world
Where is thou mercy gone
He neither has clothes
Nor any shelter
He is not a defaulter
To deserve such a severe
Punishment
His only fault is that
He is a beggar