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Another Year's Demise

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My thoughts reflecting upon a year that is about to pass into history. Each month bringing its own joy, sorrow, and contemplations. I have written It in the form of a couplet, adopting a 12 syllable meter per line of verse which can also be called Alexandrine. My thoughts are mostly based on Indian weather conditions which are diverse and complex in nature.
My resolution for the New Year was anew, Then the time to break the resolution was due; As the new year grew old again, so did my will, A few clichéd preachings and the routine drill; It was the month January, new was the year, Armed with newer resolutions, I had no fear; The month was gone, shortish February was here, To grapple with resolutions, mind’s still unclear; March, beware of the Ides, they bring nothing but gloom, It was also the time for the flowers to bloom; You should never forget the trusting April Fool, Do not be deceived by friends, remain ever cool; May, dedicated to labour, union’s call, Yet, most reactions to work, often whimsical; Summer was upon us as we reached mid-year June, People could not bear the heat and were out of tune; Just as I came to terms with the heat of tropics, ‘twas time to discuss rain and related topics; Wet July had come, quenching, and never too soon, The topics to discuss changed to stormy monsoon; August, too rainy, no Sun, no blue sky, no fun, Yet, vibrant shades of green filled uninspiring dunne; The weather can get cyclonic, come September, The havoc it caused was something to remember; The ancient name for October, Winterfylleth, Romans chose Octo to name the eighth for the tenth; November, orphan nobody wants, damp and cold, Uninspiring, barren too, nothing to behold; Snowy December brought with it end of the year, Heralding celebrations for X’mas, and New year; Another year passes, promised all so much joy, Delivered pain, hate, and too little to enjoy; Why new hopes are always linked to resolutions, Love forever primal fear confabulations; If character, attitude is impeccable, That’s when hope matches success glorifiable;
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