The Holy Day Of His Birth Poem by Prabhakar Srivastava

O world! Exult once again
The holy day of His birth
May His grace for ever rain
May all enjoy His divine mirth

May this day give us zest
And exhort us to be the best
May grief now come to none
Accept this prayer O His Son!

O the truest Son of that One!
Come and enter our heart
To make our infinite evils run
And to make us feel thy art

Today world's plight bother me
And bloody claws challenge thee
Once again with love win all
Make every wrong feel its fall

When these lips say merry to one
Let that one be merry in true way
Let terror fade and drop its gun
Let all enjoy thy endless love's ray