Not October Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Yes, it is October,
But who told you
It is not October.
Rain is dancing
All days,
In jungle
In village.

In October,
I can't say
Whether the sun
Goes smaller and
Smaller.
But the sun is
Very specific
And enchant all.

The water and
The trees all are
In the happy mood.
And here
I want to do
Something new
With my words.

Words come to me
With all goodness,
In October
I call them.
They all are here
To give me voluntarily
The fruits of my labor.