Deep inside my heart
I feel grieved
For being a homeless..
Yes I have a family,
I have a home
Still a homeless and I am sad…
Same feel like that poor kid
Who knows there is a santa but only for rich..
Yes I feel the same…
I have a family I have a house.
But its not a home
Not even a happiness.
Its not for me
Not for them..
Its just stones n bricks
And walls n walls.. Doors n windows
Beds n pillows
Pinching me everywhere with pricks…
This is not a home
Its just a mere house…
Although its big enough..
Big enough than required for us…
Still it looks tiny
When I see happy families lying on streets..
No food no shelter…
Still immense love
And all that matters..
I am happy to see them smile..
Because I just fake it all time.
Although I am happy but not true
I have dreams I have rooms,
I have books.. I have all for need,
But not what is basic, a family in deed
I make a wish to far situated santa claus…
If u r real then I have to ask
Would it be a big deal if I want a home for me for us..
Like most of people
For this and every christmas..
No big surprise games in shopping malls n party halls
No heavy celebrations..
Nothing at all..
Just one wish for people like me across
An actual merry christmas overall.