Merry Christmas
The room had to store dust and ashes
Light refused to sit in the cracks
The eyes kept looking for flashes
Beyond the stones and wounds in shacks
I look in the mirror and resurrect the room
The girl that helped me to cook
Alongside me would hold the broom
Guide me toward the rainbow to look
I don't know how I fell in love
With books paper pen and your face
The room raised windows for the stars above
Through the doors arrived rose and its grace
In peace and content the room now looks at Jesus
And from its core it wishes all a merry Christmas
December 25, 2017
Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2017
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