March came by, swiftly
As if an arrangement
Has been penned down
And a deed has being
Procured with curious secrecy

I used to ink down
My thoughts and fantasies

Come January, February

Spreading them seductively
On a neat whited sheets

Aligning them in stanzas
And meters and patterns and rhythms

But March,!!!

March was peculiar
She came running fast and wild
Wandering my melancholy lane
Into a path of timid hallucinations

I wrote less, and thought more

Her hair stood braided
In losed negligence    
Her carcass of beauty
Spent in dismay

My Words were conceited into ghost characters
Laundering the silky figure
Of a whited sheet
Proclaimed by my careless
Hand of pride

Inspite of heaven's fair rage
Some characters peeped through
Letters of saddened thoughts
Wandering what content it bears