by: Pranjal K. Singh
On tenterhooks, they tripped over their tiny steps
Scampering across the world all conspicuous
Nowhere to retire, nowhere to come
They craved to grab a hold of the salubrious night
Shop lights floodlighted as their eyes widen
They danced while hearing the carols in the distance
Everyone seemed to be so blithesome
With snow falling and snowman sitting quiescent
On the grounds that are covered in white
They sat on the ground, at the corner of the street
Watching the world sinking in delectation
They awaited the moment Santa could fulfill their innocent wish
So they can ask for nights where they will not go to sleep
With an empty stomach, or with any despondency
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