There seems something unique,
fabulous about December,
the last chunk of the year
people usually are wary of.
Well, depends on how you
look at it, how you conduct yourself, vis-a-vis it.
Robert Frost had stopped
…between the woods and frozen lake
the darkest evening of the year.
Why? What for? Obviously
to watch those woods fill up with snow
cold and dark,
snow clad and chilly,
but not without a firm resolve to –
…miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Or, there was
Dr.M.C.Chagla, the Hon’ Chief Justice,
who gathered ‘Roses in December,’
and offered the blooms to those
who cared to listen, share.
O, there’s so much to live for,
so much to cheer,
even when the sun doesn’t shine,
in the chilly season…
Merry Christmas…Happy New Year,
and all the mirth that goes with.
Where’s the time to, cringe about
the chill running through flesh and bones?
With so much warmth and cheer,
infinite riot of colours,
the vibrant blooms of humanity,
and vibes reverberating,
resounding the air all about,
Isn’t it life at its glorious best?