Treasure Island

Dr. Tulsi Hanumanthu

(10.6.1938 / India)

A Plea to the New Year (An Experimental Sonnet)


A Plea to the New Year (An Experimental Sonnet)

Welcome, New Year 'Nineteen Ninety Four'.
At midnight, closed although may be our door,
Have you not your magic master-key,
From world's womb to timely set you free?

A babe yourself, our father you will be;
Our matters for a year you'll oversee.
Our life's boat, as Captain you will guide;
Empowered you'll be to turn the very tide!

Our future when you draft and duly write,
Can't you make it just a shade more bright?
As Fortune's favourites let us be enrolled;
Her gracious gifts, awhile let us hold.

With Health as bread and Wealth as water pure,
A happy life for us, pray ensure.

Submitted: Sunday, April 13, 2008
Edited: Wednesday, February 03, 2010

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