Sober Month

In a month so sober,
Is fright afterwards then.
Sweeter than happiness
My girl smiles so well for
Me and my children now.
The south is upset now,
Joy carries on acting.
The gentle nature of
Our north is like nothing.
In a year we seize him -
The one who celebrates.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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