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Dear Santa
It's been a year since I last wrote to you
Meanwhile,
Time, so like a river flow,
Went on its way,
Pulling me and my raft along with it
Causing me to enjoy my ride at times
And nearly drowning me in its currents
At others!

Dear Santa,
It's again that time when I can dare
To open my mouth
And ask you
For gifts, as
I have been good, and obedient,
And abiding to the ways of life,
To the will of God and even to that 
Of the meaningless society!

Dear Santa,
I've stopped believing in the unnecessary
Like all the rest that fills up life in the Earthly realm
It all comes down to having no purpose
Seeking solely to cause me pain,
And gloom!

Dear Santa,
This year,
I ask for abilities; maybe even superhuman ones!
I shall use these
To heal this world into which I have been thrust in,
This world which had probably seemed to be a haven
When looked from the real heavens
But being,
In the very end, hell, in its real sense!

I wish to heal the people living here,
They suffer from poverty, from disease, from confusion
From hunger, from exploitation, from pollution,
And face the threat of seeing their habitat
Being destroyed!

Dear Santa,
Making of me a religious guru won't be enough,
Making of me a politician won't be enough,
Neither would be making me a social worker
Nor would it work in making me a democratic denouncer!

The only way to heal this world
Is to be made of magic,
Why,
To be made of divine particles
Hidden subtly in between the folds of my essence,
Particles which I would use
To bring comfort to all those suffering!

See, suffering takes all forms here
Some lament materially, some lament physically,
Some emotionally and some have no choice at all,
As they are blinded in their own existence!

Feelings, attachment, love and emotions
Are of no use here
As either they are not taken into consideration
Or they are treated as malevolent
So much that now
I am repulsed
At the mere thought of these!

Dear Santa,
I've been enough of a burden
Weighing heavily upon this Earth,
Now, all I seek is to help it bloom and breathe
Into a realm which shall feel grateful for existing
So that the many lives treading upon it
Will also rejoice at their own existence!

Dear Santa,
I shall wait for your generosity,
I shall place some water, and some biscuits
For you to enjoy on the night of Christmas eve,
Pray,
Heed me,
As my intentions are genuine!

1st Dec 2019 
Writing Challenge- December, 2019 - I Want Christmas Poems
Sponsor, Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode
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