Gift Of Santa Claus Poem by Akhtar Jawad

Xmas is approaching near and now close,
A female child prettier than a pink rose,
Living with her mother missing her father,
So silent and sad a divided one rather,
How naughty, when they lived together,
How sobers she is without her father,
When her father asked to expect a brother,
She rushed, kissed the belly of her mother,
'I shall now go with a brother to school,
I shall play with him, shall swim in a pool,
I shall share my candies, toys, story books,
I shall kiss my brother on his lovely looks,
I shall not be alone he will be with me,
He will standby with me, I can see.'
But then her dear father left the house,
Leaving alone the child and spouse,
The shocked mother aborted the child,
In an accident while driving too wild,
Missing smiles and the childish tears,
In months she grew so many years,
Started living with her mother's father,
Then came the lovely month of December,
On Christmas eve an Angel in a red dress
When the child was in a great distress,
Came to her with a bag full of gifts,
Including an apple that ends the rifts,
With a message to invite her unhappy dad,
To make happy the one who was so sad,
Christmas then came with the jolly joys,
Her father came back with so many toys,
As advised by the old Santa Claus,
The child whose name was Zanta Haus.
Brought the golden apple from her bag,
With a pink Christmas greetings tag,
And tried to cut it with a sharp knife,
Willfully cut her finger to end the strife,
Parents could not see their common blood,
Tears came in six eyes like a tide or a flood,
The parents rushed for a bandage lost,
A golden night cleared then all the frost,
In a dinner suit the old Santa Claus,
Provided first aid to Zanta Haus
Magic of the same old apple I believe,