Through elavator, in the mall...
Hoping to the next floor...
Deep mist across the country..
Smile by known one was elementary..
Just about to open my shop..
'Ho...ho... Hooo...', sweet pappy sound...
Touched my heart and nagged me to look to down to basement...
'Oh, so Christmas is in' i whispered..
A fat round old man aged about seventy two...
With white flashy moustache and beard too..
Red fabricated santa dress..
With a glitering on his head..
Everyday he makes kids smile...
By distributing happiness in the packet of chocolate..
And in one busy day..stuck in my shop...
Noticed, santa is breifing something....
Jwellery shop just next to mine...
Across couple of days, seen similar notes..
As being impatient, asked desperately..
'Looking for something', as clever being..
Replied, ' four year ago, my wife noticed the ring'...
Used to look at mark price...
Word hard for a rise...
Want her to surprise.....
See her happy before i die
After that regular talk we became staunch friend..
I asked about the description of shining strange star on his head..
It was made by her wife...
Peice of art to hide backsense....
I asked if need some finance..
To fill hus wife deeds...
Selfishly he replied, ..
No child my bone is strong enough to buy my own seed...
He get paid fifteen dollar...
Till sun light fade...
He don't really like kids..for money he be sober....
Reason was his son who left them over..
A good warming day..he said..
He arranged the amount to be paid...
Now her wife will feel shy...
She will smile for a while...
Day passed, he wasn't be seen in a mall..
Thought their must be shortage of money...
Thats why he isn't here..
As i look rear....
News was trying to smash the screen...
Saying, 'an old Santa died'
Further added...'by saving a girl '..
In road accident...
Again countinued, ' with bundle of curency '...
In his coat..
My heartbeat paused...
Wishing to god, 'not him'....
And last sentence, 'glitering star on his head'...
My chick was wet..
For crying eyes was all set...
'Nothing could be worse than this'i wishpered
This x-mas i found...
Humanity is still left over in some...
One who hate kids...sacrificed himself for one..
This time...this is not so merry chirstmas....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem