The Chain Reaction

He cries inside the four walls of the hall.

He wakes up from his sleep with pain in his stomach and heart,

He shed his tears.

His cries are loud, but no one stood there, to pacify him.

He crawls in pain towards support.

As he crawls, to the wall, his tender legs, give him hope.

He wiped his tears, and looked at the door, hoping she comes.

He runs, He laughs, with siblings of no relation.

He learns and eats with siblings of no relation.

He lives and pacifies with siblings of no relation.

He plays and cries with siblings of no relation.

He celebrates festivals hoping Santa comes with a present.

With parents to listen,

With teachers to propel,

With Cards to celebrate,

With the ability to reinvent,

With a reason to live.

We lose hopes, by establishing high expectation, we live a lonely life,

Celebrate life with the people who are in need.

A swipe for fame and a swipe for hope have a contrast.

Chose for whom you want to be a Santa.

You need not be mature to be a Santa.

Work and Save as an Elves and be a Santa on your special occasion

For the people in need and be a tool to give birth to another Santa.

Love is omnipotent be a medium, to spread while searching,

It will find a way back to you.