Dead leaves of December
Kh Sonika *
The wild wind of Sept whirl away
To the chilly, warm beamed lit of Dec meets;
The wind is calm and love, the last ride, the sunlit smile,
The last months, ends of the years
Expressions and eloquence are tame, sit still
Lush green are beaming felicity,
Suddenly, the climax reached sublime emotion;
The nature wind abruptly painting the day into doldrums.
The supernatural wind was so frantic that day;
The sublime emotions that brings tears and heartfelt,
It ripe noontides, the vehement emotion lingered
With busy-train and vexed thought,
Stirred with pang of pain and silent tears
The gay tones set her heart at ease.
The noontides move to touch the line of horizon
The long satin smooth hazel hair met its own fate,
Chased away in time, like the rain petted
On her tears gushed out.
The Sept wind waft along with heavy trample,
Forfeited love with full of woe
The meeting in Dec was bewildered and
Flushed down,
The month of Aug stayed as a night-rover.
* Poem written by Kh Sonika for The Sangai Express
This poem was webcasted on 06 October 2020.
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