December lay dusty on my table
It was once my beautiful new calender
Outside, the seeds have sprouted,
The little birds have already flown
December was special although i did despise
It's coldness now makes me feel heat and warm
Seasons can change, seasons do change
And so is my December gone
But this calender lay quitely,
Lifeless, casting a shadow
Until April was placed beside it
By her hands of the new season
good idea! Keep on writing.I will be a regular customer of your poems.
Kee Thampi i appreciate your funny comment as long as you don't mean that i look like a clown hahaha....
a poet with a painted face December lay dusty on my table It was once my beautiful new calender Outside, the seeds have sprouted, The little birds have already flown
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very meaningful write, enjoyed the read.