by Atul Chandra Sarkar
Happy times return,
The winter with its chill,
Snow, mist, fog and rain.
The trees dress snow-white,
Spruce, fir, pine don bells and lights,
Baubles, tinsels, star.
Cantatas, and hymns,
Carols, noels, and melody,
Wake up silent night.
Gift bringer, Santa,
Puts on white-red, cap and cloak,
Shoulders a gift sack.
He peeks through windows,
For socks of dreaming children,
To give them surprise.
The church bells resound,
Dulcet choirs kill drowsiness,
Lights dispel darkness.
Cakes, chocos, candies,
Truffles, tarts, cookies, dumplings,
Desserts, nuts, and fruits.
Turkey, chicken, duck,
Sausages, ham, bacon, pie,
Sizzle on salvers.
Wine, drinks, decoctions,
Soups, stews, broths, mousse, and puddings,
Sweet, sour all for you.
Invite friends and foes,
Be a visitor yourself,
Spread love and be loved.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Double Post Graduate in Philosophy and Sociology and LLB degree-holder, a Gold Medalist from Canning College, University of Lucknow, U.P. India. Presently engaged as Advisor (Industrial Relations) and Public Information Officer (Corporate) at Uttar Pradesh Rajya Vidyut Utpadan Nigam Ltd., Lucknow, Uttar Pradesh, India and is a Guest Faculty at Electricity Training Institute, Sarojini Nagar, Lucknow, Uttar Pradesh on the Right to Information Act, 2005. An Advocate registered with the Bar Council. Articles, poems and short stories have been published in popular National dailies like Pioneer, Northern India Patrika, Times of India, Campus Verse, Shaktivani, etc. A Blogger at Times of India's speakingtree and having a flair for oil painting. A democratic, liberal and humanist to the core.
Last updated September 17, 2022