Dear Rohan, How are you?
I am fine, but whets new of you?
December rides with cold and sunshine
The sun seems appears as the gold to tune everything's to fine
December is the time for the carnival.so there is a lot of upheaval
The seasonal fruits, the fresh vegetables all tempt you think of someone you care
In this world of the big fair
So, Rohan it has got only to be you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem