Seema Aarella - ! ...A Destitutes Christmas

MERRY CHRISTMAS! ! ! ! ! To all poets and readers of PH!



On his parched heart
Eyes rain the last tears,
To reap another day
A faint hope scours
The shrunken acorn,
As final effort to revive
A leaf or two in green.

His eyes light up
As the streets flicker,
A dreamland descends
Around his morose hut
Nothing belongs to him but
And so arrives the festival
Into the deserted lanes.

Inhibited like a Raven
In a gathering of parrots,
Wide-eyed and stunned,
Surrounded by fantasies
And merriment new to him,
He gawks at glowing faces
With his own contour in dim,

In the blizzard of existence
His life, a thriving crop
With no walls, no chimneys
No wishes that Santa could drop
To him no desires belong
In poverty passes his Christmas
Hunger hums his jingle bell song!

Seema Aarella

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