Christmas poem


Christmas eve and night,

with their fright of cold,

that instigate one to burn

the some  dried leaves and wood.

The fire within is for the one

who chose a manger than a mansion-

Was he teasing our extravaganza,

when we build 50 rooms for us

for two of us in this nuclear family.

He never taught anyone to retaliate,

but chose to be free from revenge,

enmity, hatred and a show.

He chose to be at the last place

for which nobody is envious.

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