I have never started a poem yet whose end I knew.
Writing a poem is discovering.
The last days of this year
Brought a flood of tear
Some will drown in liquor
Some will float in fear
Parents of dead children
Will still hear their cries
The splashing of the blood
And tearful good byes
This midnight too shall
pass
We await the dawn of new
year
Hope God wakes from his
hangover
And the future is without
fear
Friends as you celebrate
Step out with some care
Just protect your self
Toast yourself with a
prayer.- Vasant Khisty
Every year this day comes
where we welcome the new year as we welcome a new born baby, hoping it will
cher us with its smile and little pranks. Yes we need to forget the past and
move on with a resolution that we will make this world a better place with each
passing year.
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