Cake To Terminates Poem by yesk nair

Through the hole
The wind sips
A Christmas carol
Gently to my ears
Those X'mas cards
I wrote to me serve
A cake to termites
This year, I hope
The sun makes
A bridge of beam
through the hole;
Inviting me outside
Who made me
A terrorist sharpens
A civilization outside
Let the garden of
Cemetery come to me
There I can play
With my school mates
Again go back
To the cradle of innocence
Again go back to the womb
Again go back to eternity