The Bell Tolled
The Midnight Becomes Like A Dawn
Full Of Lights n Sounds
Not The Sun That Brightens The World
But,
The Firecrackers n The Mad Cries Of Hope n Joy.
Time Changes
Moves
Stumbling Through The Passage Of Human Deeds
Leading Our Hopes Into An Another Space
That's Just Begun
And,
Pushing Our Memories
Into Some Dark Alleys
Of What We Call The Past.
Time Stands Still
And,
Let Humans Move n Jump
From One Territory To Another
With A Frenetic Pace
Bothering Little About The History
Only Hoping
For Some Improvisations
Some Steps Forward
With Excitement
And,
Fever.
What Changes Did We Count
That We Have Ever Caused
Except A Continuous Downward Spiralling
And,
An Ever Increasing
Log Of Memories
Guilt Ridden
And,
Infertile.
The Space That We Dwell Under
Has Become
Barren n Blotted
And,
The Time That We Live With
Has Become
Wounded n Withered
With One More Year
We Might Hope
We Will Change
For -
The Better n The Beautiful!
.....................
MRITYUNJAY JHA
4F, ADARSH NAGAR
SAMASTIPUR
BIHAR
INDIA.
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The suffocation of the previous year and hope for the best presented best.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hope for the better to spiral up.We must hop with hope; then only come out of the ditch.In Bhagavat Gita Lord Krishna tells, Kshudram hrudaya daurbalyam/Thyaathyothishta pramthapa(O! Arjuna, arise, weakness of the heart is very mean. Ch,2: 3) .Your suggestive expression are good.