CHRISTMAS
Olivia Monroe, the gentle lady
decent,
Her birthday was celebrated
ninety recently,
Neighborhood gathers love her
much,
She was a school teacher living
touch, (1)
Lost her husband a decade ago,
sickness,
Children visit unfailingly life
impresses,
They sing and dance, Mom silent
tears,
Children are happy, prosperous
sheer, (2)
Grandchildren a few prick tease
jokes,
Laugh festive Christmas cake
smoke,
Listless events tiny cottage
beautiful,
Gentle garden, flower-bedecked
full, (3)
Happiness winter mist morning
walk,
Olivia, my friend, I am
younger, talk,
Our life stories entwined
surprisingly,
My life as an engineer children
spring, (4)
Went abroad couple alone
neighbor,
We visit her, family visits, a
bit sweetly,
Visited her home today, I met
her children,
Played with grandkids, liked to
frighten, (5)
The evening was with hot tea
biscuits lot,
Aromas of minted cakes tears
avert,
Knew Olivia will be lonely very
soon,
Her abode her life memory a
cocoon, (6)
Christmas season to be united revive,
Human life, childhood to adult,
drives,
The immensity of lust-hankering
desires,
Human mood Christmas do
inspire, (7)
Erases frustration and lost
hope, regains,
I played my violin and sang
like insane,
There was silence, peace,
awareness,
Hugged children their uncle
impress, (viii)
The evening lighting electric a
song,
Why do humans become alone or
long,
Remembrance is noticeable,
unique, lit,
Different each year, story,
life excites, (9)
Like or not Christmas New Year
fit,
Million human planning event
neat,
Arrival experiences we dream of
now,
December last week, a year fade
vow, (10)
Lord is supreme, believe, lives
accord,
Genuine desire capability live
record,
A child's dream gifts many at
dawn,
Separation goodbyes sadly
frown, (11)
Left it was late at night, had
dinner good,
Bade goodbye to Olivia, good
mood,
She caught my hand and
whispered, slow,
You hide tears my loneliness I
know, (12)
Tomorrow, children will leave a
plan,
Mr. Mishra, I am a teacher of
fewer scans,
My husband left yet children
with me,
This Christmas sweet to me
supreme, (13)
I love them, live for them,
life is formal,
Christmas is not a season lives
magical,
Phenomenal love relationship, a
bond,
A time human waits a whole
year, fond (14)
Pen: Bijayananda Mishra
Title of Poem: Christmas
(Fiction)
Themes: Time life celebrate and
for remembrance
Written: 23rd December 2023,
Cuttack
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