The Fir Tree.

The FIR tree with its needles,
Had pricked many souls,
But it had nothing to do except pricking,
Its life is so boring

Then came winter.
The tree was covered with delicate twirls of soft snow swirling around it,
Its beauty attracted a woodcutter and the tree was cut,
Bearing the pain on his swollen roots,
It lay on a wheelbarrow,
Was taken to a beautiful house,
And was decorated with tinsels and constellations,
It was loved by one and all,
Thus the tree finally found its happy parts of its life.

Behold the very first Christmas tree!

Big dark letters, deeply engraved on the wall,
Spoiling it!, Such a mural, not the way it should be.
We are too lazy, some are even tangled in their work.
What shall I do, maybe I should clean it,
But don't have the material so strong to rub these letters.
I think I should gather groups, but no!, its time for lunch now,
So I think I should go now.
On the Kitchen table I sit, not wanting to eat my food,
All I had in mind was how to clean those letters.
After Lunch I told my parents, something should be done.
Later cloths dipped in water, went swish swish over the wall.

Michelle Saji Antony

The Holy Night

This beautiful night, 

brightened by the moon,

and the trees stood bold

on the soft , gleaming white snow,

the grey road ran through them,

with patches of snow here and there,

and in their homes the people rejoiced,

cause finally the holy night was there.

How the little Rose became the sign of love.

"I don't know what to give the Messiah at least I wanted to meet him. How could a poor shepherd like me give a gift fit for the new King."  The Star had already passed him and the poor shepherd was thinking as he walked on the dusty road. Finally he reached the stable but was too shy to go in without a gift but just then somebody touched his shoulder, it was an Angel.  The Angel gave the shepherd a white rose with pink tipped petals. "Love is enough for God"  said the Angel  as he gave the rose to him. "God Likes everybody who does kind Deeds but if you are so desperate to give little lord jesus a gift, give him this rose" So the little rose lay beside the frankincense , the Myrrh and the casket of Gold. It has been the most beautiful gift and has lighted up the stable as now it is considered as the sign of love.

Michelle Saji Antony

This Cathedral of mine

This Cathedral of Mine, of Light and Darkness.
Works only if merriness and darkness is there.
When i am merry it is bright and full of light
When i am sad its dark and full of bats
This cathedral of mine, is very rare.

When i am sad it wants me to cheer up
When i am happy it wants others to be happy as well

Cathedrals are made for other people to come and pray
But this cathedral of mine is different
It tells the others to do two special things

When i am sad it wants others to cheer me up
When i am happy it wants others to be happy as well

This Cathedral of mine, of light and Darkness.

Little Journeys

More than the Flight, I like the little journeys we go through the airport, checking in the bags, Police checking us, then the stairs up and the shopping mall and the things we buy and the narrow way to the Flight...

Black Blanket

I lie Down on the hard ground,
Filled with thousands of stones pricking my back,
I am not rich but I have a luxury,
A Black Blanket of stars covering me.
The Day comes, I have to go on,
So I say goodbye,
I have to make the journey through hard times again
And I have to go on even the sun burns my head,
To serve a rich soul,
Far beyond the sea...