The “New Year’ comes in with all the excitement
Almost like a teenaged lover
January woos it with renewed energy
Coaxes it to go ahead and discover
Jogs along and works out hard
But the romance fizzles out and it is all over
Along comes February
Blessed by St. Valentine
The wooing falls ‘short’ of expectations
And it literally runs out of time
March marches in with a frenzy
Of colours and the warmth of Holi
Turns out it is pure infatuation
And the idea of matrimony seems unholy
Then ‘Springs’ April with the ultimate symbol of Love
The Fragrance of the colourful flowers
Midway realizes the pledged allegiance
To the other calendar(s) and higher powers
A bit dejected and feeling the heat
Wondering what may happen with ‘May’
The exhaustion and humidity
Makes the romance a damp squib anyway
With a parched feeling
It longingly looks at June
Does bring in some respite
With light showers and a melody to croon
July literally “washes” those feelings away
Like a bully OR almost a goon
Floods all over the place with overwhelming emotions
Throwing everything and everyone out of tune
The August person brings in
The Remover of obstacles
With a serene and saintly connect
And Love too but it feels all ‘Paradoxical’
September charges in the much needed change
A festive fervour that dances away into the nights
Causing one too many a love bites
Along with a debate of wrongs and rights
October and November engages in fights
For rights over the festival of Lights
But they develop cold feet
They fall short of being the Shining Knight
After all the courting and attempts
Memory flashes and fades away like an ember
Almost like a pre-decided swift action
The Year grows old and simply elopes with December
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