O! the dear Santa Claus!
Can you give Time, a pause?
It's passing and running and fleeting...
Through the narrow lanes of Feeling.
'A handful of Time'- can you gift,
For nothing but to staple the rift?
Love has been drawn into Crow.
Now have to borrow Saviour, the Dove.
Love needs Time to grow,
And I need Time to love.
In this black kingdom of Virus,
Christ's Day has come, so Pious!
On the eve of prayers and cake,
There is only Love-Time to bake...

© ইচ্ছেpa लोक