Santa, My Christmast Gift
Christmas is around the corner
Santa, the spirit of Christmas, on my head, does hover
Santa, if I tell you with a lot of honesty
That I have shown myself good and worthy
Will you give me back my heart?
Yes, my heart, lost and roaming
Aimless, in an unknown medium, meant not to blossom
My heart, who once used to be beating
My heart, now looks at me as if I were, for her, an anonym
Pray, my heart, my beating heart, my frail and fragile heart!
Why, I lost it once when the storm soared
Once, when I saw life as going merely deathward
Once, when I swallowed my gulp
And closed in on myself, instead of seeking help
Why, now healed, I seek to do justice to my heart!
Pray, daughter of the Earth, you did not lose your heart
Why, it is true that the skies fell on you, mad and adamant
Adamant yes, adamant about giving you protection
Adamant about giving you a glimpse of the bliss of liberation
Adamant about showing you that this worldly plane here is mere abstraction
But know that your heart is kept safe
It is in the very lap of the one who bestows humanity with faith
Faith about the world becoming a better place
Faith about finding hope and solace
Faith about life being but a travel, that it is not a final destination!
So pray, wipe off that yearning look from your eyes
After all, you do keep searching for the Truth behind the silence of the skies
Why, mind not the misery of the Earth
It shall also bloom, wilt and meet with its death
Yes, seek not your lost heart, rather, water it with drops of mystical love!
So that you may be made of more philanthropic humanity
So that you may be, to this world, more than a mere memory
Pray, the trodden Earth needs more than a helping hand
The trodden Earth needs a support to be able to stand
Yes, fill it, your well kept heart, with those drops of mystical love!
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