superior of the twelves
proud successor in mist
after the return of santa
here comes my jan
pretty month of start
opens the box of NewYear
Joyful nature with blossoms
Annnounces the days of hope
Nurturing beauty of nature
Unify the others in a bead
Axioms need not proove
Resounds the birth of many and me
Yet their favourite, mine too
An insightful train of thought, well articulated and nicely penned in good diction with conviction. Thanks for sharing Reshma.
nature and hope... in january........ very well portrayed in words and expressions. thank you dear poetess..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poem, Reshma. Read my poem Love and L u s t. Thanks.