a december morning in my village!
The breeze is cool and the distant quill coos,
The sultry solitude rules with blooming hues,
The rays of country's dust march through the holes,
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Poet's Notes about The Poem
December 14 to January 14 is considered as Markazhi, a cursed month according to our Calender and we do not do anything auspicious during this month.
During this month unmarried young girls are asked to wake up early morning to have their bath in the cold river water and then pray to Gods for the good spouse. Normally these girls visit the temples during brahma muhurtham, that is at 5 a.m.