Treasure Island

Uttam Biswas

(kustia, Bangladesh)

: : : : I Am Happy New Year: : : :

I am ever known to you
Since the creation of the universe.
I was there
Even before the big bang,
After that human beings
Specified me to a certain period,
And since that period
I am ever known to you,
And coming to you
Flying on my wings.

I shall be coming to you
Even in the future.
To someone as hope,
And to someone as despair,
To someone as happiness,
And to someone as misery,
I shall appeare to you,
And will fly by you,
And will disappear
Creating your destiny.

I am none
But the mysterious time,
And specifically am known
As happy new year.
Someone hates me and
Someone loves accordingly
As their destiny I have made,
And I don't care
What I leave for their fate.

Submitted: Saturday, December 31, 2011
Edited: Thursday, January 05, 2012

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