On A Christmas Eve Poem by Pijush Biswas

Long, in a distance the road was sealed
So, tireless striving was out-will
Great God! I chanted the name fifty above,
Not Moon nor shining stars did my hope fill.
I was standing on the door, and appealed
Him, - not to give pain nor love.

And slowly, slowly Moon did round
And an owl- -gaunt and small- -did fill the Earth
Singing quiveringly upon my broken sill
And poured all it's joy and woe, it hath;
It was, although, happy sound
Seemed, I was as heavy as it's bill.

I saw three stars in a glance, Western way- -
And looked upon every possible being, nigh
To see if there is some mistakes by him,
My brother; and kept alive hope in a long sigh,
As he had gone- - long ago, to Bengal Bay.
So, 'tis nothing but a dream, dim.

Sitting inside, hence, I weeped in remorse
And suddenly, a knocking- - upon my door;
He was Santa Claus, the great soul!
Summoned me as 'Man of armour'
And said, 'Life is of both- better and worse',
Thus, cleverly did my heart console
On a happy Christmas Eve.




12-16-2014