X Mas Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

Across fields, holding a sea ripe corn,
The light hovers during breaking of dawn,
Taut fronds lilt against soft wind washed
With shining dews- in bunches, amassed;

Flowing serene, cool stream breaks news,
About upper land, where trees stand huge,
And mild snow has just fallen on grasses,
Girls pluck flowers to adorn their tresses,

Where to, people flock during winter
Locking doors and pulling down shutter,
To decorate the church with festoon and light,
To drink, dance and pray in x- mass night,

Their hearts glow with undying love,
As He is born and drops blessing from above,
They return home long after morning hour,
To face pain and penury with zeal and vigour.