Dear Editor,

I pray the cold wind
blows and blows…
until all sin is swept away….

I pray the Great Cleanse coming
grant mercy upon us all…….

Do they know of Christmas…
…Can they feel the snow?
Carrying sons
and daughters
to burial,
Bodies crumble from their backs

Tell them when it’s Christmas,
fighting for their lives…

….Amongst the rubble,
upon the ash….

Tender hearts of whom
the world now casts its shadow
upon their very souls,

Snowstorm of smoke

A Blizzard of bullets

…..Path to silence,

Do they know of Christmas time
in this famous Holy Land?
Where every child ….
……..dreamer…….

every ray of hope
…..born unto earth
shall only know demise,

Shine your light upon Bethlehem,
Hold them in your hearts,
Is this the place where Christ was born?

Amongst the rubble….

…upon ash…

….smell of
Bodies lined up
and down the street?….

…..Have mercy upon us all…..

“……to the sea”

Yours faithfully,
Nikhil Sankar.