December!

Is this really you?

What happened to those eras,

Where kids used to rush to welcome their parents back home.

Now everyone is holding a bottle.

Is this a change?

Fathers comes back home unable to walk

Claiming to see us though they end up seeing you.

Are now kids supposed to hold their parents not their bags

Where do i rush to?

Now that everyone has turned to be your friend

Mothers lost themselves they dance uncovered.

Leaves are drying not blooming.

Windows turned to be doors.

Grandmothers shouts, though who listens?

December!

Are this the vibes that you now holds?

Where are our uncles?

Out there losing themselves upon your name.

You were nice only in those days we struggled to be your friend,

Where we tried our best to maintain you but all we had was nothing.

Though you managed to keep us together.

Now when i hear your name i shutter.

I find no peace because you bring no peace.

Is this really you?

If so,

Then you’ve really changed.