Where are they?

Was a winter morning
riding a bus.
It stopped at a Metro pillar.
Saw rugged children under it
sheltered in a blanket.

It was spread in a way,
to cover partially them all.
Was stunned the way
boys on the extremes pulling it,
on their sides and clinging.

It’s winter again,
and riding the same bus.
Wonder what happened to
Those children I saw that year?

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