The Holy Day
A Anjandev Roy
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In the dazzling and gorgeous evening of the Christmas day,
The church looked unique and outstanding,
Being perfectly clad people of all ages gathered round the holy place,
Everything was excellent and marvelous,
Except a little child, who was crying bitterly in a remote corner of the premises,
He was bare and hungry,
It was the only blemish of the sacred arena;
But it did not last long,
Suddenly a stranger appeared there,
He clothed the wretched child and offered him food affectionately,
Gobbling the food gleefully the child soon fell asleep in peace,
Jesus smiled aside blissfully
And the sanctified church bell began to ring in happy rhythm.
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