Santosh Kumar Biswa - WHITE DOVE

White Dove
An Anthology of Love, Peace, Fidelity and Humanity by Santosh Kumar Biswa
Santa in my Bedroom
The still moon peeped through the heaven's window.
An inquisitive breeze ceased with a taped glare.
For a prospect, the jaunty snow slackens its motility.
Light around, tripped its wondrous toes in the mute room,
And I alone, in my bedroom, embraced by my mantle,
Dreamless with my rest, for the day to arrive shortly.
As if in euphoria, the 'tick-tack' clock kept marching,
The Christmas delicately strolled in through the clock.
Alas! At twelve the tune 'Jingle Bell' somebody sang
With a sparkling grin on the face, Santa stood close by,
In his grasp, with three wondrous gifts, for love to arrive.
All gifts, unusual in its sorts, remained before me,
Not an ordinary like watches, cloths or sweets.
The first, he divulged, I found out the music of peace,
The peace that Santa didn't visit in his travel anyplace,
That exclaimed me, to read it and share around me.
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