You Are Like Months Of The Year - Poem by Sambidhan Acharya
In April, when rose was glown, in the eternity garden
I felt you took me to the Christ’s world
As, if soothening breeze at May hit me
And, coverage sun eluded to devour me
Why you just tried to escape from me,
December was even bitter than cold in it,
January and February’s snow poured my drained heart,
Even March seemed gloomy days without you.
Now again you appeared in June’s monsoon
The rain has brought delight of love effect on me,
Pious July’s drizzle was like a boon then,
And then our meet brought even Shakespeare love in trouble.
Does this mean I am dying hard for you?
Might because life is desert you leave in December.
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