New Year Resolution

The spent year sinks in the captivating cauldron of history, trace a fading furrow of memory in the shadow of setting sun, etched in the realm of remote remembrance weary, as the new months come with blooming buds of promise. As Janus opens for me the door to the new beginning, after my time crosses the corridor of the worn-out year, I’d weave unseen dreams in the tapestry of future ensuing, the unsung songs I’d fondly sing in cycles of new seasons. My children who’ve grown aspirant wings of freedom, have flown away to the seamless sky they have chosen. In the new year I’d do whatever it takes for them to return to the longing nest I’ve woven for them in my heart. In my earnest pledge in the new year I solemnly resolve, I’d kindle the candles of affection and care in my hearth. The dreams eluding me in the years that have gone by, I wish to fulfill before they’re abandoned in the wrap of time.