The sound of December

The sound of December

The sound of December sun
Sends silence in everyone.
Taps of December nights shake
Beds, bedding and blankets alike.

Half-closed eyes see through the ears
Every move is wanton.
Never will I miss these nights again.
For I have another psyche who is one such.

King is being extolled
Kindness sheds light over shadows
Might be, these days make
Dumbs sing and blinds see.

Nearly a thousand December
Dichotomously stood.
This one leaves a benchmark,
But for whom the love we all make?

The loving always get loved
The loved often leaves a divide.
The divided only unite,
‘The united’ today get ‘still’ united.

This age seems proving again, “the god is the heavens
Everything is right with this world”*.
It irks to believe in this age where
Rights wronged and wrongs, you know.

Who hasn’t got something for something?
Freely we all get this or that. Feel free in giving.
A good world it will turn out to be when we give
Inadequate it seems, years two thousand,
For us all to do the reverse.

I feel the best in me when I give.
If a wheel is not free-moving
It’s but a wheel of suffering.

We suffer a lot
for what we have got.
But, ‘I do have things to give out’
is the best of words to listen to.

*Bible centred thought I treated. I don’t know when.