Its the month of December,
Everywhere is snowing winter.
I know its cold and chill,
But I wanted to enjoy the Christmas thrill.
But mom said its the phase of covid 19,
We shall not go to the church due to quarantine.
Our poverty will not let us celebrate,
No, new clothes or cake to bake.
I wish Santa comes before 25th December,
I had offered my prayers if he remembers
Please Santa takes away this covid from our life,
Give us one more opportunity to survive.
I want to meet my friends in this lane,
Run, roll and play like insane.
I have never been to school,
I work like a labour money I pool.
But this time my father is weak,
No wages, we are struggling, his survival is bleak.
Mom is trying to alter some old rags,
It will be my Christmas gifts with new tag.
I know their pain,
My efforts to keep them happy, all in vain.
When we dine together on the floor,
My mother often pretends to fast and gives me more.
Oh! what pain, I can comprehend,
But I keep smiling and I pretend.
I just heard someone banged my door,
As I opened I found Christmas tree, and gifts on the floor
A cake, a chocolate, a socks and snowflakes.
My Santa had come with a beautiful cake.
I ran to hug him, but I was astonished,
The image faded, and the Santa smiled and vanished…