January stopped behaving like January
one silvery day.
And every feeling of joy
fell off the side of the bed
with the covers
in the dark.
Staircases felt like unsteady ladders
and there was no getting used to it.
The days didn’t perceive
how scarce effort had become
but the ground was aching under
such heavy boots.
Smog filled the wise minds
and everyone was
The pathetic pitied the successful
who adjusted without ease.
All were forced to settle into filth
that was created before their births
and finally had something
to really complain about.