~ Let O You Not ~ [christmas Submission By ~ Wee Niv] Poem by MS. NIVEDITA BAGCHI SPC. UK.

Ambrosial distillate by wringing the heart and achefully wreathed garland chant…and best prayer for Holy Christmas… 10 dr.sakti

Weep those Wipe eyes Let O You. But you will not---Even i wont.We can only write......................written well.Cheers.Aamit Rothschild.

Some of us still cry for the poor when we cry for those we love also. Do we not also remember them. Especially at Christmas. 'Orphans, distressed Heard Thine name' This is the reason we remember them we write for them and ourselves especially at Xmas. I wrote the lines below in 'State Of 20th Century Man' for the poor and distressed many years ago, they are often in my thoughts. Does not remembering make us a better person when we remember our blessings and the plight of those less fortunate? Celebrations abound, a warm Christmas day, but for the poverty-stricken poor, another hungry day. The Christmas Spirit, barely remembered now a gluttonous feast, chicken, wine. Who cares for the precepts of another time? Again a wonderful write Nivedita 10

Poem with a sense..meaning and thought...

Not only do you write prolifically, you read much...Here is the spirit of Mr. Dickens as admired by an Indian lady. fascinating.

An appeal to all to open their eyes and look around to see the orphans and the destitute with empathy! ! A lofty exhortation on Christmas! !

Christmas is a time of giving though the date of christ birth is actually hidden in bible and the day is faded in the illusion of the gifts of three wise men... but then there was only one christian and he died on the cross... so what is christmas it is now a retail driven money spinner, with no spirit or soul! Why turn your back on the troubles of the world to give to your own? ? ? Simple actually charity begins at home. The needy, poverty stricken people who never know this time of year like most do... just need a kind heart... home is where the heart is... are you will to give it so generously to them? ? ? A heart felt poem that gives out a message all should hear and adhere too... but do not!

The plight of many is distressing. It's encumbent upon us all to do what we can to help, not just at this time of the year but year round.

Needy, fortuneless Destitute in hundreds There are, Bosoms worn out By woes Weeping ceaselessly Doomed by sins Alas Go to whom Where the path is? -beautiful touching lines Santa clauses are there On Christmas days Is there any Santa Clause To offer help and gifts to these homeless pathless life denied waylaid Destitute In hundreds and thousands? -good poem Nivetita and thanks for bringing Tagore in your stylish lines --KAVIN CHARALAN

This is very much topical when you read 3 food banks are set up every week in the UK. I simple focus on the plight with little use of metaphor to directly make the reader feel the lost. Great piece.