Deep inside my heart
I feel grieved
For being homeless.
Yes, I have a family,
I have a home
Still a homeless and I am sad…
Same feel like that poor kid
Who knows there is a Santa but only for rich.
Yes, I feel the same…
I have a family I have a house.
But it’s not a home
Not even a happiness.
It’s not for me
Not for them.
Its just stones n bricks
And walls n walls… Doors n windows
Beds n pillows
Pinching me everywhere with pricks.
This is not a home
It’s just a mere house.
Although it’s big enough…
Big enough than required for us,
Still, it looks tiny
When I see happy families lying on the streets.
No food no shelter…
Still immense love
And all that matters…
I am happy to see them smile.
Because I just fake it all the time.
Although I am happy but not true
I have dreams I have rooms,
I have books… I have all for need,
But not what is basic, a family indeed
I make a wish to far situated Santa Claus…
If you are real then I have to ask
Would it be a big deal if I want a home for me for us?
Like most of the people
For this and every christmas…
No big surprise games in shopping malls n party halls
No heavy celebrations.
Nothing at all.
Just one wish for people like me across
An actual merry christmas overall.