Author Dina Nath Nadim A hut leaned against a house counting its days winter after winter. One winter snow shattered its roof; another winter rain felled it. Someone bought the house and raised a bungalow instead. One upon a time a hut was there; now it is sod. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments