Third World Jolly-Days

Bells are ringing, bells are ringing Singing children from every pave I walked in Merry chilling wind embracing every eyes of people walking in To the melody of sweet merry singing Christmas children Tis season of joy and laugh Tis season of gifts and sharing love One may say ‘tis beautiful day One may dream of reality that nothing is more precious than a gift of not material things A shared love would be great For people who has nothing instead of breathing Holidays are busiest among the rest And people tend to forget the meaning of this mentioned Holi-celbration thing Christmas are bells of ringing from children singing Singing songs of joy even though they have nothing Showing smiles from ear to ear With bright eyes saying its time of merry giving and undoubtedly joyous celebrating Giving off sharing off Not material but from every heart of people hearing those children singing.