“Merry Christmas”


Deep inside my heart

I feel grieved

For being a 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 its not a home

Not even a happiness.

Its not for me

Not for them..

Its just stones n bricks

And walls n walls.. Doors n windows

Beds n pillows

And emptiness

Pinching me everywhere with pricks…

This is not a home

Its just a mere house…

Although its big enough..

Big enough than required for us…

Still it looks tiny

In comparison…

When I see happy families lying on streets..

No food no shelter…

Still immense love

And all that matters..

I am happy to see them smile..

Sometimes envy

Because I just fake it all 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 in deed

I make a wish to far situated santa claus…

If u r real then I have to ask

Would it be a big deal if I want a home for me for us..

Like most of 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.


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