An orphan and Christmas

written by: Inam Ullah

The cold breeze of winter,
Tries its best to break,
The rule of silence,
Over a desolated graveyard
The sun has accepted,
Its defeat at the hands,
Of legions of cold
And like broken tired warrior,
Is turning its back to battlefield

In the middle of a graveyard,
Beside a grave of a woman,
A child of thirteen
Is sitting alone
His Angel like face,
Like a wilted rose
In his wide pretty eyes,
Tears were floating
His dry scarlet lips,
Opened and started moving
The words came out of it,
Like birds from burning cage

O mother sweat mother,
I am sitting beside you
But still far away,
We are from each other
I cannot embrace you,
You cannot kiss my cheeks
You cannot hear my moaning
I cannot see your tears
Tomorrow is Christmas,
But the glees of it,
Will be even more painful
As you are not with me,
Every day for me is glooming.