C. P. Sharma - This Christmas Eve

The truth is so bitter,
it people don’t like;
conscience is muffled,
artifice holds the mike.

Christ, they crucified,
for Socrates a bowl;
the truth they can't bear,
show off they howl.

we are in capsular
compartment air tight;
of Nature's fresh air
we are always fright.

with new ideas
we keep the truth at bay;
the plastic money rules,
all over hold the sway.

false inflated ego
discovers nothing new;
it imitates Nature
in funny freaks few.

our own actions
pushing out of the race;
Incapacitating us
many machines trace.

on this Christmas eve
let us all celebrate;
with Nature’s potential
our life calibrate.

let not plastic money
its false ego inflate;
like a house of cards, it will
crumble under its weight.

on equality, harmony and peace
sit together and deliberate;
the monstrous menace of terror
from the world eliminate.

C. P. Sharma

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