'Merry Christmas' 
keeps echoing in my ears
as voices from far and near 
keep wishing me season's greetings
but my mind keeps floating 
and recollecting the sufferings 
of the helpless people of Gaza
and of Syria, of Lebanon, of Ukraine, 
who are so drenched with afflictions 
which keep on escalating
due to the incessant war they keep facing
and causing them anguish
with so many deaths and injuries 
which still keep occurring
even thro' the Xmas season.
How can the world keep watching this? 
How can I myself enjoy my Christmas 
when my own agony levitates 
as I envisage their defenselessness, 
their vulnerability
as they have no hospitals nor medicines, 
no homes nor food
to decline their hunger and distress.
If only could Christmas bring around peace
in Gaza and in Israel, 
in Syria and in Yemen 
in Lebanon and in Ukraine 
serenity would have entwined solidarity
and empowered these nations 
to live and breathe freely
rather persist in tears and fears
of bombs and explosions, 
of deaths and injuries.
And though Christmas is here again, 
my own mind rolls back silently
in memories of those Christmas years
I spent joyously; 
but today I lament at the plight 
of sufferings of those 
who sit and sleep in the cold out there
in those war-torn countries
with no food to eat, 
with no clothes nor home, 
nor a fireplace to keep them warm; 
and it makes me weep as
neither can these families light a candle 
and pray unitedly on Christmas day 
so as to cherish fully the sanctity 
of Christmas festivity.                
                    This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem