A pregnant year is really
The one that carries in its
Belly a lot of surprising
Incidents that either good
Or bad here and there,
All years have a lot of
Unknown happenings
That either sadden us or
They make us happy,
Some years are really
Termed as scary and bad
For what bring to us
In their big bellies anytime,
Sad years bring gloomy
And melancholic days and nights
To many of us globally,
The more those years
Hide in their days and nights,
The more we get sad and
Even irritated by what we
Witness among those days and
Nights while we are fighting
To survive in our whole life.
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