23/12/25
down on the canal on Christmas Day
Near the end of December,
cold slowly thawing all ,in its own way,
the dawn of Christmas approaching fast,
carols and cakes galore all around-
me in a mood of renunciation ,
chanting mantra of see the good in life
for better future; i could see a man in attire full
silken adding a warmth of smile,
methinks it is a wrong approach-
light in all aspects-grief singing its own choir
i could perceive he is beyond all norms-
go fast to the lake, guided by my instincts-
see my ancestors in the cawing crows
pay my respects, back home for my writes,
the day ends.
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