It’s just a piece of skin
aching for a laughter
In a world that makes desolation
And calls it peace.
A thousand fireworks
look like lights without laughter
With your memories without laughter
My ears become a temple begging for a worship
Don’t let my temple disappear in a map of this world undiscovered.
Worship my eyes instead.
They smile without dreams.
Come tell me, do your eyes seek me
Am I your Christmas?
When the world desolates you away from me.
© Shashank Bhardwaj