First New Year day 2019
I pray, not to morn for
complexity,
It is the day to hold
truth and dream.
Everything that touches
truth turns to gold,
And everyone who stands
with dream
Finds comfort in golden
touch of
Surrounding and one feels
the Bliss,
No thorn is there to sting
when
Everyone has to walk upon
the land
That is to be more
insisting to stay cool,
And travel upon the sea
and the sky
To be more free, not
cordoned with
Match box living, windows
shut, but
With imagination for
sailing to the sun
To bring components of
atom
To master over grief, to
create
Worthy citizen to know
complexity,
To win over clumsy chains
of unworthy
Exodus narratives, the mob
exhibits.
Everyone has to carry desire, not as burden,
But with laugh, a new approach for love,
That comes from this New Year that loves to honor.
