Bhavik Bamania

Rookie (20-10-1993 / Ahmdabad)

Ode To The Year 2010 A Year Of Happiness

We all travelled a lot throughout the year
We all walked day-by-day
Some of them walked to reach their destination
Some of them walked just for fun

Many of them passed away
Many of them joined our gay
Many of them had faced hurdles and pain
Many of them had got only gain

Some of fellow had waste their time
Many of them had utilize their time
Some of them had enjoyed the pain
Some of them had lost the battle against pain

But no one had stopped
No one feels himself tired
Everyone keeps on moving
Everyone keeps on moving

Now we are stand on that road
Where everything lasts
The Old Decade Lasts
The Old year end

But the thing which doesn’t end
Is our world our life
The new decade came
The Old year end

And We all are participants of dying year
And now marching towards its grave
By singing the song of the dirge
For dying year of the closing night
Under the dome over sepulchre
Under the cold might

Well Now the year end
With a comfortable promise
Whatever sorrow in our life
The new year will wipe

Written on 31st December 2010

Submitted: Friday, December 31, 2010
Edited: Saturday, May 21, 2011

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