And thus comes another christmas
As it does year after year with no great fuss
2000 years back one kindred soul
Was born for the human race as a whole
A baby an angel full of innocence
And who never lost it with sense
goodness and love and forgivance
A life of tireful and tearful penance
Hounded since birth by those who hated
And those who wanted him negated
Wandering in the desert and the plains
Was it in harsh sun blowing winds or in rain
None knows his childhood or as a teen
Was he mischievous naughty or serene
What and where was he as an young man
Up in high mountains or under the sun with a tan
And when he did come back
There was wisdom in his eyes black
There was a grave sadness in his face
In his concern for the human race
He was in a hurry with little time
He built his disciples to rhyme
He had his message to spread
To all unread and read .
He knew all along the pain to come
He knew of the hatred of some
He knew his future as a vision
He knew the reason for having risen
So he went ahead with no rancour
He did his duty with no anger
No happiness no hate no sadness
But love pure and with no badness
His pain had come in time
The agony of the flesh and sublime
The tortue of his body and soul
Was seen by the world as a whole
The cross would become the symbol
Of patience suffering and love
The thorns on his crown nails on his flesh
His head encircled on a mesh
And as he left he was born again
For his life was not in vain
He taught us love and what it meant
And that was just what he was sent
Merry xmas
Harimohan
As it does year after year with no great fuss
2000 years back one kindred soul
Was born for the human race as a whole
A baby an angel full of innocence
And who never lost it with sense
goodness and love and forgivance
A life of tireful and tearful penance
Hounded since birth by those who hated
And those who wanted him negated
Wandering in the desert and the plains
Was it in harsh sun blowing winds or in rain
None knows his childhood or as a teen
Was he mischievous naughty or serene
What and where was he as an young man
Up in high mountains or under the sun with a tan
And when he did come back
There was wisdom in his eyes black
There was a grave sadness in his face
In his concern for the human race
He was in a hurry with little time
He built his disciples to rhyme
He had his message to spread
To all unread and read .
He knew all along the pain to come
He knew of the hatred of some
He knew his future as a vision
He knew the reason for having risen
So he went ahead with no rancour
He did his duty with no anger
No happiness no hate no sadness
But love pure and with no badness
His pain had come in time
The agony of the flesh and sublime
The tortue of his body and soul
Was seen by the world as a whole
The cross would become the symbol
Of patience suffering and love
The thorns on his crown nails on his flesh
His head encircled on a mesh
And as he left he was born again
For his life was not in vain
He taught us love and what it meant
And that was just what he was sent
Merry xmas
Harimohan
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