A month, with No. 8 in hand;
Varies with festive in band,
1, 2, 3… it passes away;
Gives smile with warming away.

A party month, with holiness nature;
Enjoy each day with notorious matter,
Hurray…hurray, swamping digs away;
Oh my, it’s august on a way.

A dawn of month, with friendship boom;
A matinee rise, with rakshabandhan,
Turns its way to salute independence;
Come in play during Janamashtmi.

A sacred month shows belief in god;
Pray the god like never before,
Nourishes qualities from head to toe;
That’s the way to be called August fever.