Call it an act of God
Or a quirk of my fate
For no folly of mine
Left stranded, with
days 28.
For centuries, I was a
‘no one’
Till 'February' I was
named
Shorn of my share of
days
Humiliated and
maimed.
My visage - cold and
barren
Doesn't appeal to
everyone
Wintry squalls in my
bosom
No balmy nights and
no sun
Flowers, I cannot conceive
My offspring - snow
and hail
My mornings - lazy,
aimless
The evenings - weary
and stale
My heart yearns not
for a lover
To be redeemed is my
plea
Just a dignified
existence
And my rightful stake
of 30.
(Anurag)
Hmm, why would Feb want to squander its USP? No other month gets a leap year either
ReplyDeleteHmm, everything in this world is relative...maybe you are right..only February can tell...
DeleteIt somehow also defines human nature- we strive to be different, yet call anyone who is different a freak!
ReplyDeleteRight you are...
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