Whew And Wow Poem by Aniruddha Pathak
Whew And Wow
Whew
Here comes Santa fagged out, dog-tired,
With his flowing white beard,
Wiping his sweat beads at last,
He's back form tiring Christmas task,
His bag of goodies emptied,
Missing his reindeer stead,
When back at last from it all,
Whew, what a task tough and tall!
Wow
There goes an old man poor, unlettered,
In meagre clothes all tattered
Despite December's cold,
On to his task undeterred,
‘Pon his shoulder a bulging bag-fold,
Eyeing the goodies littered,
Wow, he utters with joy!
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Christmas is nigh and I foresee such a scene shortly.
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Happenings | 47.12.2019 |
Topic: today, plenty, poverty, Christmas
WOW WHEN WAS THAT CHRISTMAS HAS NOT COME YET BUT UR POEM IS GOOD U CAN BET
Thanks dear poet, We tend to spend so much and more than that we waste so much, we litter so much in our festivals, this poem I thought was better to ponder over in advance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/5/2024 11:44:31 PM # 1.0.0.1119
What an eye catcher title. Very clever. Yes, I can relate to this marvelous write. It is so sad to think though that there are so many people enjoying too much food and others barely have food on their table at Christmas time. An insightful poem very well crafted and executed.
Very thoughtful of you dear poet, I'm glad you caught the point I wanted to convey. Thank you so much.