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On Hearing the Strains of Chirstmas Carols...
Gently woke up today
Hearing strains of Christmas carols,
Children singing far away…
Overcome with sense of joy,
I just listened with closed eyes
My spirits were Oh, so buoyed…
It stayed with me all day,
I hummed as I went about
My work, feeling light and gay.
Thus, this Christmas Eve
In true Christian spirit
I have come to believe,
Life itself is a gift.
Live it to the full...
All I want now is to lift,
The clouds of sorrow
From an agonising soul’s
Heart and heavy brow…
It will give me peace
What more do I want...
Oh Lord I beseech thee,
Guide me along the way
As I tread my chosen path
That’s all I humbly pray…
Its time I paid my debts
And cleared my dues,
before finally walking into the sunset...
poem
by
Mamta Agarwal
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