Two Years and a House-Inmate
Having soaked up two eyes in tears,
one year said in a crying tone,
"Dear,
Adieu! the bell of my departure has rung."
Listening to her moaning, the inmate of the house
Broods over the day when he will also go away like her.
Smearing kajal in eyes, drawing colourful design
on forehead and lips, holding ornaments and expensive sharee
on body, the new year coming hastily knocks the door.
When the inmate opens the door, the new year
showing exceeding joy and raising stormy smile on face
asks, "Dear,
May I come in? "
The inmate, having looked at her, thinks,
this smile of her will disappear if the time expires.
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