When
I was a kid, I used to write about the wishes on my notebook on every Christmas
and I kept that notebook inside pillow in the night. I had a strong belief that
Santa will come late in the night; he will see my list and make them true. I
did the same thing for years and years until I became young. I never told
anyone about this because I thought people would make fun of me. But I know I
am not a single one; they are so many kids like me. After so many years tonight
I want to write again about my wishes. I want Santa to come, and I want to tell
him everything not only about my wishes, but about all things that I have never
spoken. Things those are still left and have not gotten any place yet in my
poetry, and looking for something else.
Merry
Christmas!!
My
letter doesn’t contain any wishes tonight,
Few
words without any specific meaning and rest are white,
I
do remember; some wishes were there,
But
now they are no more, they are gone so far away,
Sometimes
I feel bad because I could see myself in them,
But
I think they were not meant for me, and that’s why they didn’t stay,
Tonight
I just want you to come, and read my letter,
I
want you to feel about those words that I have never written,
I
want you to hear those words that I have never spoken,
Tonight
I don’t have any wishes; I want you to write a wish for me,
So
I can feel the things again which were lost somewhere,
I
can do the same thing for others along with you,
And
make their life more alive with love and care.

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