The tenth month of the year

Here comes October with a little lull
And he feels the fall gets ready to soothes his everlasting dreams.
Someone plucks the strings of his old lute
But he has to sing the same old song
That lust becomes stale.
The pythoness of sorrow grabbed his soul eagerly
And he is only a stalemate on the chessboard of decaying life.

[ I remember the history says in Russia the revolution started in October 25,1917 the Bolsheviks gained the power by overthrowing the Kerenski provisional government.]

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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