A months and years

Some of the months are long remembered
So many came out with strong resolve to stand for unity
It was call for peace and amity
To raise the strong nation from rubles with quality

Can we call it popular rising?
Or people’s verdict for armed uprising?
It was definitely a unanimous call
The draconian and darkest hour to fall

Seasons are remembered for atmospheric change
we adjust accordingly and arrange
The insects too store enough food and manage
The young and old too act with the age

The time may pass of easily
The need of the hour is to pass it happily
No month is particular or acts silly
It is our belief and may be shared by many

Days and moths may form years
All changes may be liked by eyes and ears
It is formation of new strategy
Love, death, and birth maybe raised as bogey

We may celebrate it with fun fare
We may stay at same place and go no where
It is all felt sad and joyous
This process is part of life and stays continuous

So nothing particular about month or year
Some one may grieve the loss and someone may find dear
Few words to spring surprise and to be heard
Still all to be taken care off and to look forward

So in all it is cycle for the year
It may please to our ears
We may witness some pleasing moments
It may be enjoyed by concerned with events

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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