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(9 -21 / Thrissur (Kerala) / Vijayawada (A.P) , India)


Here comes yet another Christmas and its preceding delight of a great eve
And I look up unto my poet friends`eyes for a glow that has no equations.
In these days of wreckage and ruins of life and lands
I hear your all prayers filled with piety and devotion!

A newborn`s arrival was never so sweet as that of Jesus
I spell out from a mind that has no chambers of fear.
Without him the world would have ever had a void of the kind
That could have ever been even a huge mishap!

The apostle of peace has ever been a moving spirit
That rewrote the lessons taught to the masses of all times.
The glory of suffering he wrote in red letters
Even as a time and its men nailed him to death on the cross.

As the Buddha fumbles in the corridors of the known and the unknown
And Krishna fades into the reveries of a mother`s cradle song,
Jesus stands tall and high before my 'dim eyes'
And poses questions on ' What else you wanted? '.

Jesus, one thousand missionaries have toiled in the dark and the wild
Have fed the hungry mouths and spread the message of your love.
One million thoughts have rekindled the lamp of empathy and care
And a billion minds have been solaced in your name!

I have ever and ever looked into the skies for his face to splash across
And have often wondered, 'What even if he can`t come down? '
I wish for a time that my mind goes mad for ever
If it can fly unto 'his abode' for once and ever.

As the festivity begins to paint the evenings around
The infant Jesus will once more thunder from somewhere afar
`You are in revolt and riot as I was in my time you know,
Go ahead, my son despite the shafts of unreason shot at you.

O Christmas revellers, sing till the dawn breaks,
O dear Valerie, Valsa, Thomson A Robinson, Yoonoos,
O dear Unwritten Soul, Thomas Hsi and John Celes,
Kindly pray for me and the like too this time for a change.

Submitted: Sunday, December 16, 2012
Edited: Sunday, December 16, 2012

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I wish all my friends who subscribe to the Christianity a very very MERRY CHRISTMAS and hope to share happier times ahead over here.

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  • Thomas Hsi (12/22/2012 11:23:00 PM)

    Dear Dinesh,
    I will always wish the best for you and your family. I still respect your poetry, intelligence and candor. Sometimes the inexplicable happens, and our understanding changes. May you prosper and be in excellent health. (Report) Reply

  • Www. (12/17/2012 8:42:00 AM)

    My _ _ _! , So I am most likely to be there in the Paradise of this ever expanding dimensions with those prodigal sons and those who are already in the fold! Madam Valsa, I salute at your piety stronger than that of Peter, the rock. | (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (12/17/2012 2:54:00 AM)

    Definitely your request at the end shall be paid heed to in earnest! ! But who knows if infant Jesus places your profanations above our prayers, for He has come in search of the missing sheep and not the ones in the fold! Heaven rejoices more over the return of the 'Prodigal son'. Do you know what He did? Killed a fattened calf and arrayed him in silken clothes, when His wayward son came back, none of which He did for the other son, always staying with Him! (Ha! Ha! ! ...just. joking! ! !) God counts our attitude more than an outward show of piety! If we can sincerely partake of the achievements and joy of others without being jealous and encourage others and never let them down and also feel for the misery of our brethren with empathy- that is the highest form of worship, I believe! So Dinesh, you stand a fair chance to be in His good books than many of us! ! (Report) Reply

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