THE WINTER"S CIDE

This is a depiction of winters' sight,
Winter creeps in with foggy night,
For some being a nightmare while for others a delight,
A tale casing blue collar's mournful plight.

The inception of the story is from the birth of-course,
Birth of a child with no traces of the source,
On Christmas' eve a child was found on the stairs of the church,
For another orphan was sent down from heavenly perch.

As a baby boy he was adopted by someone,
Unfortunately never did he appeal to the so called dad and mum,
At the age of five he was forced out of the home,
For now they had the child of their own.

Out of the home he walked down straight to the church,
Complains he had for Jesus left him in the lurch,
Bishop replied listening to the complain of this orphan,
Fortunate you are to be called as "the redeemer's son".

For all day long he asked for alms,
Because being a child he could not work in farms,
People served him less and abused him more,
No more companions he had than cries and roar.

Lord seeing the miseries of this poor chap,
Wanted a dignified human to rectify this mishap,
The child's dingy sufferings was others mirth,
Christ then realized that no actual human has yet taken birth.

This starved child now cried no more,
Rather searched for grains in dung and core,
Washed the grains and made them pure,
And ate the meal in a manner obscure.

He welcomed the winters with bare body and sole,
All his assets were the torn clothes he wore,
Spent the foggy nights by creeping into the messy hole,
This sight surely melted the redeemer's soul.

The redeemer did cry on what he had made,
What he created as earth, now he wanted to fade,
What lord realized now, child already had realized,
Time now urged for the execution of winter's cide.

Lord now decided to end child's all the sufferings,
Wanted to call him back from the world of sins,
Gifted him death when child turned to ten,
On the eve of Christmas, the day he was born.

His hide wrapped with winter's cracks all around,
In the same messy hole his body was found,
Unaffected by the cold breeze over the mound,
Not he but his bare corpse did lay on the ground.