For the Christmas Baby..

The darkness that flows
on my coconut leaves,
The silence that prospers
in christmas eves,
I can hear a distant bell..
Ding Dong Ding Dong!
merry, even the hell.

I wait. I wait.
For the child to be born.
Or rather, make sure,
his parents do come.
My small cowshed,
waits in stead,
Prying the sky for
the prophecy well-known.

I made sure the lights of
christmas did shine.
I made sure the shepherds
and their herds did graze.
I even made sure there were
healthy straws around.
And kept waiting,
for the baby to be born.

Christmas came. Christmas went.
But no baby took birth in my shed.
Wondering why,
I searched all around.
But later found,
It was my heart all around.