CHRISTMAS EVE


On Christmas eve
Street was lonely but
Ugly Ulster wearing man was still there
Lonely street in coldly night
Almost deadly windy night
Growling like a dead he was still there
Never imagine how cruel our world is
After seeing this I couldn’t bear this
My father my mother all ignored him
Urge me to be far from him
Kaput man is left to die
Heavy snow grave him that night
Everyone celebrated the Christmas night
Roadside houses ignored the man’s life
Jesus observed this silent crime
Everyone celebrated the birthday of the Christ
Ah! this pain is unbearable
Kaput man is left to die
But the birthday of Christ is celebrated all over the night

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THIS STORY SHOWCASE A MAN LIFE WHO IS VERY POOR,AND HOW OUR WORLD NEGLECT HIM EVEN ON CHRISTMAS EVE