The sound of December sun <br />Sends silence in everyone. <br />Taps of December nights shake <br />Beds, bedding and blankets alike. <br /> <br />Half-closed eyes see through the ears <br />Every move is wanton. <br />Never will I miss these nights again. <br />For I have another psyche who is one such. <br /> <br />King is being extolled <br />Kindness sheds light over shadows <br />Might be, these days make <br />Dumbs sing and blinds see. <br /> <br />Nearly a thousand December <br />Dichotomously stood. <br />This one leaves a benchmark, <br />But for whom the love we all make? <br /> <br />The loving always get loved <br />The loved often leaves a divide. <br />The divided only unite, <br />‘The united’ today get ‘still’ united. <br /> <br />This age seems proving again, “the god is the heavens <br />Everything is right with this world”*. <br />It irks to believe in this age where <br />Rights wronged and wrongs, you know. <br /> <br />Who hasn’t got something for something? <br />Freely we all get this or that. Feel free in giving. <br />A good world it will turn out to be when we give <br />Inadequate it seems, years two thousand, <br />For us all to do the reverse. <br /> <br /> <br />I feel the best in me when I give. <br />If a wheel is not free-moving <br />It’s but a wheel of suffering. <br />We suffer a lot <br />for what we have got. <br />But, ‘I do have things to give out’ <br />is the best of words to listen to. <br /> <br />*Bible centred thought I treated. I don’t know when.<br /><br />A. Jayaprakash Jayaprakash Panicker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sound-of-december/
