"And then the December Wept"

Listening the loud commotion,
The Serene December clomped towards my castle
To borrow some bits of hope for the mourning horizon
It saw with in my grotto black blotched moon
Abandoned from the light-laden rain of moonsoon
Few forlorn petals of a bud
Before turning flower were daggered to death
Nameless odours of my youth
Mingled in the poisonous brook, gone crude
And my plagued embryo of wan words
Burnt to Ashes before their formal birth
After witnessing my this wealth,
Poor December cuddled me tight
It could not resist ,it failed to forgive
Gathering me in it's arms,
Atlast like an imaptient Child
It melted and cried

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