The Wicked In New Year
every inch of we
the wicked old
shall be new
but in the new bottle of year
the dawn of hungry refugees shall be same
the noon of busy cheaters shall be same
the dusk of torn bags of beggars shall be same
the eve of back home middle class tears shall be same
the night of abusive poor conjugal couple shall be same
only the year count down
shall be new,
the dressing up, the make up
the note books, the cash and ledger books
the fake oath
shall be new
but in the heart of old one
the new but not new
very a few,
in this foggy dew
changing hue
the wicked old shall come sure!
-(12/30/2019) 2: 45: 00 AM CTG, BD
Copyright © Mahtab Bangalee | Year Posted 2019
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