Christmas Wife Poem by Paramananda Mahanta

Christmas wife

She comes so soft with a gift,
I truly inherit and suck such in delight
And makes the whole world softer,
Like sweetened yeast bread baker.
In each her spell time calls for such love,
I always follow her ways and so all others,
My life turns on to rekindle love and care,
They all turn on like me and I turn on my life.

Her lips are unspoken the way she follows,
Is it the virtue of time I slave as a slave.
A list of things humans supposed to forget
But in her calm chest I find all are shelved,
For a boxing movement I paint my face
Again human and no less.

She waits for my love to leap
With a spell on me I reawakened,
And all follow you see
To make things smooth and easy,
For the budding leaves green.
Reawakening mine and all yours
Listen she is still speaking.

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