Of regret and remorse
was spent the whole year
darkness prevailed everywhere
they blame December
for fall and frustration
for dismay and disaster
for the year was but a nightmare.
All are in a hurry
to welcome new year.
One thirty first December
sets fire to burn itself
as a midnight flicker
so that they can
cut through the pack of
darkness of
another year.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful ode to the neglected December. A lovely poem to bid a good bye to the parting year. Thanks for the sharing.