Love Poem: Santa, My Christmast Gift

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!