From The Quill

 I walk down the jolly road  Basking in the Christmas glow,  Families decorating trees,  Fairy lights and all things pretty.  I witness them make merry,  Decorating homes with reindeer  Lucky are they to have one, I swear.  Homeless in an alien land  I find myself alone again.  No festivities for the beggars  The crowd only mean more alms and onlookers. I shrugged almost in a sarcastic smile,  "Are you only for the rich, Almighty Divine?" Suddenly, as the sun still shone bright  A shower of rain came pouring down,  While the sky looked bright white.  People ran to find shelters and cars  I stood in awe, looking up.  Soaking wet in the winter rain,  I noticed the droplets hitting my face.  There they were, tiny drops  Shining in the rays, in bright colours.  Smiling, I folded my hands in thanks,  He had given me my own colourful lanterns. ~ Suranya

Skins charred, bodies saved  Living yet gasping for breath.  Here She stands watching on,  Not a soul to be seen. And till it lasts, getting worse and worse  Just flesh and blood in a sinful curse  Exploiting Her without remorse  Destroying Her bit by bit; Ignorantly intelligent, foolishly wise,  She had seen enough,  She had heard helpless cries. Her rage engulfs them now,  Before they can realise  In a slow and steady apocalypse,  Which could have been averted otherwise.  ~ Suranya