Thirty days has September
April. June and November
I sing the lines with felicity
the rhyme I learnt in December
years back taught by the faculty
those of whom now rest in slumber.
One more technique holds sway
tapping on the knuckles as if in a play
the months which fall on the high ridges
will have thirty one days.
the rest which come in the bridges
stay satisfied with thirty in the fray.
Forgot February that lies condensed to twenty eight
granted one day every fourth year to set it right.
Meenas Poems 