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.
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