Having a few minutes left to the clock ticking its hour and minute hand at the figure 12, I take a pen to write a little that I feel for this year or can say, for any other year.
Dear 2018,
Literally, I've much to say. Even I was intending to write a long farewell letter for you, but......!
(A verse for u)
Sometimes I felt your harshness,
tenderness at the other times.
Hate you for all the sobs.
Thank you for the sigh of relief
thereafter follows.
Sometimes I was a grave pessimist,
Optimist at the other times.
Grinning, Groaning, Limping, Prancing
I compared myself with the
phenomenon of the weather many times.
Thank you!
