Dear December


December, December...
Last of the lot,
Always joyous and warm,
Framing season in it.


Lovely, lovely December...
Oh so dear to me...
You are filled with joy and sadness...
As people dear to me comes and goes in your honour.


In that 31 days,
I sit faithfully by the sill,
With a hope brimmed heart...
Next to a heavy heart.


Though they depart one by one...
Towards your expiry...
Joy and love had stocked up for hibernation...
Preparing yours truly for it.


By the end of that 31-day,
That heart of mine so filled with joy and love...
Will provide for the oncoming 334 days...


'til we meet again