The December

A lot of happiness begins with December.

Fog drifts in, snowflakes wander,

People delight in winter’s gentle kisses,

And everyone looks lovely in colorful winter wear.

In December,

Picnics and travels bloom with the festive breeze.

From morning to night, the joyful uproar—

Echoes of gatherings drifting through the trees.

December opens its doors to weddings;

Shehnai songs weave through the chilled night air.

It brings new joy to every new couple—

A tender beginning, a chapter pure and fair.

The festival of Christmas glows in December;

Trees, stars, and lights shimmer everywhere.

Cakes are cut, fireworks bloom,

Spreading happiness here and there.

And when December leaves, it gifts a New Year—

Waves of joy, grand celebrations,

A world renewed with hope and cheer.

But December does not warm every heart.

For the poor, with little winter wear,

It carries a message of hardship and fear.

And for the lonely, with no friend or lover,

December’s joy rings faint and far—

They slip into silence while the world celebrates.

©️ Debasish Das