There came the Santa
Carrying with him
—— At the strides of his beloved reindeers
On his golden sleigh of hope ——
The flowers of love, affection and glee;
Scattering into the busy world of sorrows and tears
In the painful, frosty weather
The new warmth of love and hope.
Distributing the happiness which knows no bound
To the gullible young ones and kind adults
Giving the despaired crowd a hope to live
And a new rise to the world ahead;
In the barren land of roughly lives
A new crop of love and hope.
He came here and is now to go
Departing from the world not like him
Leaving behind a nostalgic crowd
Waiting for him to come again next year
And end a year-long wait;
Riding in his thick crimson
On his golden sleigh
Like an angelic figure on snow.
There goes the Santa
Taking with him
—— At the strides of his beloved reindeers
On his golden sleigh of hope ——
All the sorrows and tears of the world after him
And leaving behind
In place of them
The antidote of all the fears and pains.
I usually do not read rhyme-less poems but the excellently vivid imagery and imaginative ideas really forced me to read it all up. :) Excellent poem. BTW I read your sweet messages. Thank you a lot for them :) You said that you like Urdu Poetry. Then you must be a native of Lucknow, right?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Distributing happiness during Christmas is definitely a great task. Your poem is very beautiful that touches heart again and again. Excellent work shared. Awarding 10 marks out of 10