Of the last among the twelve
Is the December, a mermaid
When our memories starts to delve
Of her beauty before a fade.
When every dewdropp welcomes the morning
With a new story about their darling
And with the prayers, and our mourning
For our beloved passed away, a sparkling.
And with those blended feelings
To bid farewell to the mighty December
With the hopes as of the seedlings
Nurtured by those happy days we remember.
Fantastic December of India and I feel proud that I am a part of it. Lovely sentiments coated in the frame work of sweet vocabulary.I enjoyed :)
A lovely poem, guiding my thoughts towards the gardening season as well :)
December has always been a popular topic with poets, n lyricists...this one is a beautiful composition too...
Beautiful poem....really well wrotten...keep up the good work!
Mmh! Short and content. Wonderful, u ar really a unique poet!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear poet, 'tis a wonderful poem! ! ! I like this one! ! Well-written! ! ! 10