I hung my loved ones photographs over there.
Oh! They are very far away, on the top
My beloved and myself of teary eyes tangled with jingle bells.
Oh! My Landlord gatecrashed, the Greek,
I nicknamed him as 'Socrates'
He called me on my pseudonym 'Don'.
'Merry Christmas' We both greeted simultaneously.
Secretly I winked to my wife tune the radio little louder
There the music of 'Zorba's dance' goes on.
And I offered him a Greek drink 'Ouzo'.
He had two gulps faster and we danced together to the tune of Zorba.
He left with a friendly smile and thank God he didn't grumble of the rent this time.
I murmured to myself 'Long live my Greek God'.
* To the President, I dreamed him last night he disguised as a Santa Claus and distributed some leaflets door to door regarding the health care reform it seems.
You begin this poem with a sad remembrance and finish it with a Greek celebratory dance. Only you could do that, Nimal. 'My beloved and myself of teary eyes tangled with jingle bells' just about sums it up. What a masterpiece! Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Once again your fascinating imagination carries the day. Merry Christmas, Nimal. As always, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
One thing that differentiate the ordinary people from a poet is that the first one is so concerned about his own survival, but the latter, just speak his heart out to the entire world...Great job, brother, the truth will always surface in us...we are in the other side of the fence...we see things from a wide angle..(HD) , , , I tried to rate your poem, but I have been having problems with my page...I tried so many times, anyway, you got my vote,10++++God Bless You and your Family, Love and Peace, Romeo, the one and only...Hope you will enjoy my new poem titled 'A JOURNEY' which will be posted this Sunday morning, as soon as I finish it...