on this Christmas eve...

On this Christmas eve...
Like the last thirty years or so...
My wishes are just the same...

God...as you reside within us...
Make us even more strong to face all the hardships and pains...
And
No more fights for a single crumb of bread on the street...
And
No more tears on the eyes of the lost...
And
No more ugly greed for trivial papers with special marks and security threads...rectangular, mostly in dimensions...which we use for bartering...usually...
And
No more sights of women dressed purposefully, lining up dark alleys of the city...selling beauty given by you for mere survival!
And
No more smell of gunpowder and iron pellets hot spreading like the dark red saucy thing on the walls and ridden bodies...
And
No more modern equipments replacing the old ways and means of dehumanization...
And
No more acid rains and gray soot covering the face of our cities...

God!
My wishes have remained just the same...
God!
I just scribble...
And
Can't produce breads aplenty!


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