Life is an onward journey through time,
Splendid dawns, nascent twilights, rustic darkness,
are added ingredients in the time zone.
Hours passes away makes;
A dawn transformed into night, and
Darkness paves way for sunshine
Days and nights flows into weeks,
Weeks fallout in months,
Months merges in year, eventually
Years looses its identity in infinite.
New year reminds of a plant,
Below, remains past numerous roots,
Stem and branches above sustains present,
Flowers and fruits are futuristic figures.
Every new year links
the forgone years and
years yet to blossom
into the present frame of time.
Every new year bestows hope,
which may or may not fulfill,
mortals, never withdraw from hoping,
Clings to its roots till last
Oh! Hope is the breathe that makes man alive.
Forward motion propels on hope,
augments to be brighten, fulfill,ambitious,
an year for boundless prosperity
Similar to Previous years,
Opened in a high note of hope,
Oozed out either as disastrous or grandeur,
Beware! realities inhabit in between these.
Dawned new year, shuns 'previous' to reminiscence,
Cast away sorrows, worries, despairs curbed in past,
An yearly schooling, rejuvenating from experience
Injecting boldness into the nerves,
A reminder to dwell on mission irrespective of hardships,
For upsurging onwards to lofty ideals.
Dawn of a New year springs
for molding splendid character
from previous recycling, as
Life is a lesson learned from life left.
Therefore poet conveys his kudos
from fathom of the heart, to those mortals
striving to build a character
And concurrently,
Alas!
Bowing his head as a mark of shame to those,
Busying, yet another year to soak in pleasure.
