New Year
NEW YEAR
Year 2022 has set into the abyss of history
Dawn of 2023 unfurls a new mystery
The previous night, in anticipation we wait
For the gong to strike and change the date
The new year is like a child born
Who has neither love nor scorn
Blissfully unaware of what’s to come
Will life be exuberant or glum?
She sleeps enchanted by her dreams
Punctuated by occasional screams
Her world is confined to her cozy bed
Except when she is required to be fed
We welcome the year twenty-three
With hopes that it will set our minds free
Churning our thoughts that it nourishes
And dreams that never perishes
The new year ushers in optimism and hope
Avail Opportunities for which there is scope
Salute the past and make dreams come true
Best wishes to everyone, remember never rue.
Copyright © Subroto Sinha | Year Posted 2023
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