Unnmukht Gagan

There he comes with a bag full of gifts.
The little one dreams; as he smiles and shifts
A bed made of rags, pieces stitched together in time
Some one had said “a stitch in time saves nine”
A hard day’s work, in the factory nearby
No sunlight in the room and you don’t see the blue sky!

In the convent school next door, the children sang
Christmas carols and other songs with a twang!
“Will I ever go to school?” he will ask Santa, he thought,
He had only broken toys that his Ma had bought.

So many such dreams come to us each day
Santa has a big task, wishes from us all that come his way;
For each child in our country, can we be a Santa Clause
And stop blaming the Government for all its flaws!