Adorning the scarlet crown of thorns
he graced the parched sands of
ancient Bethlehem with legendary
bounties of those infinite compassions.
A messiah took birth in the shanty
dwellings of the humblest shepherds,
A shooting star sighted somewhere,
It was the first tremors,those calm
whispers and silent tears.
He silently trudged on those impotent
lands leaving in every-footprint a gushing
fountain brimming with divine mercy
Brought down the mighty
Roman Empire not with a saddle or sword
but with a single drop of his blood
And when the lighting struck
the barren lands, he humbly took upon
himself the sins of all those around,
resurrecting from his humanly abode
It was the first coming, the most
anticipated one.
(Merry Christmas to all my Christian Friends, it’s my humble take on the spirit of Christmas and the legendary story Of Christ)