WHISPERING MARCH

People ask me why I am awake
In the very mornings
I say to them I got aged
With sorrow gained
Now is the time to germinate
Put in the basket of attained

Regrets, do not wish to cause
Wish to lead bliss as a source
Hugely wonder if ever
Be spotted like the Queen Esther
Indeed she is fertile
Once she is ploughed worthwhile

Let me again make clear
She is not the woman of affair
Provided, both have wings in the air
All failed to think the otherwise
Except one, he was wise
First kissed her hand as Lord Byron describes

Oh March the month of hope
Each and every asks you in the world
Hurry, infants in Homs
Your glad tidings are sought
History rewritten, clerks should record
You the splendid behold!

March 19, 2012