Stormy Christmas Poem by Gianni Pansensoy

The shadow of storm's memory
over the leafless rose and diary,
walks with a robe of spectral story,
and buries coffins of anecdotes in a mass cemetery.

But the ghost of inefficient relief operation
haunts every layer of the national administration,
piece by piece, it's crumbling towards deconstruction,
and political ambitions are in total destruction.

Amid endless game of blame and devastation,
she picks up the larvae of reconstruction,
cocoons of restoration,
and her Christmas, a happy celebration.