Hankering for a new year
It's just another day! I can hear
Blue moons are moons too, yet celebrated and fair spoken
In a scale of 12 long months worriments were inevitable
Some had three winks
For some three was months
Tired to trot, too tired to leap, people there
Fire light from a cold Winter was joy, people there
Christmas and cakes, for some
Autumn fall for some
Summer smile for some
Spring springs for some
Monsoon cries invited beside
Lessons is all we gain from experiences we bore
It's another day? Chance a try to see a chance
Then it's another day with colours to add
To paint an art, the so called 'Life'
Seasons pass, strangled incidents walks,
People pass, but memories stay
And that's all we gain
Let's all paint an art that's a Saga dressed with a throne
Wishing you to make many good memories
In the nigh neo 2024
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem