December

Night wakes up longer than a day

It is cold at my place.

December has come with a breeze,

Year passing

Just wait for a couple of weeks.

You name it a year of lessons

Which you revised nine times a week.

Coldness spreading on the sphere,

Not only by weather, but by heart.

Year disappearing in the world of memories,

Just like our friendship.



🏡 Kolkata, West Bengal, India
We all are undreamed friends of someone. So here I am yours undreamed friend to tell you my thoughts in terms of stories and poems.

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