This Christmas is like the others
With a lot of thrills to gather
While the wildcats fly so high
With flashy four wheels in the sky
Spraying funds like dust do seeds
And as strays blown by the winds
Do not die to look successful
When you’re not, halfway to full.
As long as Sun shines forever
This Christmas will soon be over
Thunder strike in times of rain
All the rants sometimes make brain
You may ask the skulls in grave
Who went down for careless craves
Sultry voice could be an illusion
Be careful when making decisions…
Christmas ought to be honourably
Celebrated not vulnerably….
By the charming smile they wear
And the fancy things they share
Butterfly? why act an Eagle to belong
Count your teeth with your tongue
Do not go on making same blunders
This Christmas; just like the others.
e-Paper Poetry of Vinx 