Xmas poem : The old woman’s pondering
When the November’s pall of gloom
Is just receding, the sheets of water
On the streets like the massive orgy
flowing, overflowing , a force, a fear , repellent
much the chagrin, panic of the hut dwellers,
farmers, the Golden boughs of December wave,
the glimmering Hope of Christmas beckons
around us , the glow of bulbs on the
Christmas Trees, the plums, and cakes:
Yonder a slender woman wears a
Diamond of strong determined will
Of Charity ,looking at the bright stars,
Stormy arguments under control,
Why this mindless hoarding of currency?
Pondering how long will the Soul take
to reach those stars, are the stars only
the destination? are there any more
sequestered boundaries? How many
would have died of starvation?
How many hankering after of hungry
miles , a voiceless query? She is not
able to attain a limpid solution:
Jesus or some Incarnation or incantation
Santa claus arriving soon ,hopefully
She continues her mission under
The Christmas tree.
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