Christmas Eve
this Christmas eve
three Buddhist monks go trudging
over the frozen snow
towards a distant Catholic church
in the darkness of starless night
for the bright midnight mass
their own temple is bleak and cold
and the dozing Buddha doesn't give a damn
- Optimum Poetry, August 2018 -
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I don't think the poem is in good taste. Faith is another name of love. There is no place of hatred in the life of a true human being. Thanks.