Me and the January Leaf
Me n the January Leaf.
Morning prayers, tweets of bird
Wrinkled Sundays,olives in curd
All took fathoms to drag me out
From the blanket of laziness, letted me meet
The crisp n cold but fresh n bold
Blow of year 2014.
"What!" I screamed as year 2013
Left me unbade, I complained I whimped
Then the 'January Leaf' fell n dewed
"Like now I can't be fixed, I can't be mixed
'TIME' greatest of all couldn't be rekicked, surf forth
To play with unceased waves that waved."
Copyright © Rajat Kumar | Year Posted 2015
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