Depths of Sorrow, I  did know
Came all in March, each karmic  blow
I've  been hit fast and  slow
Each Year my  problems grow
My friends come less and  my poems  grow
An  avalance with each  bad snow
Ban  March  I  say, let the trees  grow!!!

Depths  of stupidity  that I did  do
Happen in March, I'm my  worst foe
Ask anyone whom  I  once  happened to know
I'd  snap and  bite both high and low
Hope I'd bite a nuke- least I'd glow
People  would see me coming
And  helter skelter they would  go

Depths  of  insanity  I  did  go
Mind  travel in  March; one moody  psycho
I  could see  a  flaw in a Leornardo
A  rose in  my  garden would make me  mow
I'd grow  teeth and fangs  without  a  moon's  glow
Become  scarier than a story by Poe
But I  blame the month - just so you know....
                                                                                Yudisthra
                                                                                24/3/99