Poetry

I’ll be your Santa

Santa

Through the Darkest hours of Sinister Nights,
And the Deadliest Punches of Bloodiest Fights,
I will be your Light, I will make it Right.

You may Ignore, You may Hush,
You may Stumble while you Rush,
Fair; You may not Need me,
And You may as well Bleed me,
Whether at Your First Day,
Or even at Your Worst Day,
You may never Plead me,
I don’t care for You don’t care,
Till your Dreams I can Share.

You may not see me, albeit I’ll be in sight,
I will be your Light, I will make it Right.
You fancies will be Safe; I’ll be your Santa.


Photo Credit: Aakash Kothiya

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