we met in december
the month I still remember
Joy grew in the lap of January
I wove rhymes of your bravery
February brought the shining sun
you placed roses in my bun
Holi's hues dyed my silky frock
March arrived with singing flock
April's hands opened colourful wings
In my fingers you put diamond rings
Bells of warm breeze chimed on silver sand
In May we dreamed of the wedding band
Storm silenced sweet tune
Dell turned to desert in mid June
Then.......
Memories make pearls in the eyes
pain in every vein, my heart cries
In my cold hands silent bangles
No glow, no song , no jangles
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Priya Tomar (
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Here in this poem a running through the months that started in December and end in June making my mind wonder why start on the 12th month and end on the sixth month is there some significance that I am not seeing or is it merely circumstantial. A fun read of development of a relationship.
I appreciate you looking for deeper meaning . The month mentioned here are more circumstantial.
I'm glad you find it a fun. Thanks.
A sad write of the journey from being in the sun to standing in rain, wonderfully written, enjoyed the read
Thank you so much for fave . I'm glad you enjoyed this.
You are very welcome
Priya, This poem moves from tender warmth into heartbreak so seamlessly…the seasons turning right alongside love’s rise and fall. Beautifully written, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks Robert. Your words appreciated.
You are most welcome, my friend!
What started as a whirlwind romance ended in tragedy, me thinks.
The journey though short still asks the reader what happened, but the answer might not be what we want to hear.
Thanks for fave.
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